On my latest excursion to Orange County, I wandered around the streets of Corona Del Mar, a quiet beachside neighborhood far removed from the traffic of Pacific Coast Highway. The streets were lined with expensive houses with immaculately manicured lawns, each looking like they belonged in some house and garden magazine.
While Los Angeles is a major city, the surrounding suburbs have really given me the opportunity to slow down a just little bit (especially after moving to New York City from the Philippines) and reconnect with my suburban roots.
On me: t-shirt by Christopher Kane (click HERE to buy), trousers by Paul Smith, shoes by Stubbs & Wooton
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
Time has flown since I arrived in Southern California; it’s become quite evident that beaches are a huge part of the local culture. Queenie’s been wanting to show me around Orange County. So, after taping, we headed out to see some of the beaches. Each beach I’ve visited was more beautiful than the next. But like many things in life, beauty can often be deceptive. From the sand to the sunshine, everything was perfect—expect for the water, which turned out to be fucking freezing. I guess I’ll have to wait until the summer.
T-shirt by Balenciaga (click HERE to buy), watch by Cartier, shorts by Timo, shoes by Prada