Five collections at New York Men's Day.
NYFWM kind of feels like my personal Super Bowl. The street style is killer by itself, and once inside Skylight Clarkson or Industria Superstudio, a presentation or runway show feels like it sends electricity through the air. I never really know who is who (until one of my more established menswear homies leans over and whispers, "that's so and so"), but I always kind of guess that everyone is pretty damn important. The hype is big. The shows are slick (and quick). The PR people are fucking saints for making it all look effortless. And there's just something to be said about seeing a collection in real life. I'm fortunate enough to not only go to New York Men's Day but six other shows as well. That's 11 collections I'll peep, and even that seems overwhelming (there are way, way more). Here's a quick recap of the second half of NYMD featuring Krammer & Stoudt (sign up for the sandals), Rideau (that mustard suede motorcycle jacket is a must), Private Policy (check out the grunge plaid), Chapter (mesh and palm print, anyone?), and Uri Minkoff (blue is the hue). It was crowded. It was hot. It was awesome.