Life on Balboa Island (in Newport Beach) seems frozen in time-a place where old, rich, waspy Californians drive their golf carts to get their groceries or are shuttled to their private dock to take their boat for a spin around the Back Bay. I love it.
For whatever reason, I’m finding it increasingly difficult to wear denim the older I become. I’ve never had an occasion to wear white jeans in my life (oi vey!), but it somehow seemed more than appropriate in Balboa.
On me: Shirt by Penguin Paul, jeans by MiH Jeans, jacket by Izzue, shoes by Louis Leeman