Wax Wane World HQ has been on the move this week, as I finally fled my old apartment for a new adobe that has a ceiling that actually won’t cave in for a change.
More importantly though, as I was unpacking things and getting situated yesterday morning, I was reminded of one of my favorite series of photos that I’ve ever come across in my #menswear-ian travels – Rose Callahan’s portraits of Sean Crowley in his apartment. If you know me personally, you know that Crowley’s apartment has become somewhat of an ever-present obsession of mine. I’ve had these photos bookmarked for probably a year now, and from time to time I’ll still send them to people to address such pressing questions as:
How does one man own more ties than there are days in his entire life?
How many bottles of scotch do you buy before they begin cascading onto the floor?
What’s an acceptable number of hours that a man can wear a house robe?
Are top hats the new five panels? Or just the old trilbys?
How does one decide which pipe to smoke in the morning?
Why do all other apartments (mine included) suddenly seem so inferior?