We Need A New Republic

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By: Dale

It was Memorial Day weekend, the very last day of the exhibit, but I was determined to make my way to A New Republic; I’d been promising myself since February that I would see it. It was hot. I stickily walked down from my apartment to the Brooklyn Museum with my camera strapped tightly over one shoulder. I didn’t really know what it was about, but I knew it was “really good”, in that way that your friends tell you when they want you to see it for yourself. I wasn’t quite prepared. Continue reading

The Art and Zen of the Motorcycle Jacket

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By: Dale, J Chen, and Celton

There are a litany of style icons that would have you believe the motorcycle jacket is a double black diamond maneuver, reserved for only the most serious practitioners of the sartial arts, and actual rock stars. But the boys of hommeschooled teamed up to show you just how easily it can be done.

Wearing a motorcycle jacket is pretty simple, you still put one arm in after the other, just like The Ramones, James Dean, Marlon Brando, Kanye West, and A$AP Rocky did. Continue reading

New Orleans, in 72 Hours: Menswear Edition

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By: Dale

There I was, on the second day of my trip, plodding along Magazine street in knee-high brown rain boots, a sweater, a seersucker jacket, a scarf, and clutching (as elegantly as possible) a golf-sized, fancy, drug store umbrella.

Of course there wasn’t any rain.

The locals told me storm warnings were frequent and nothing to worry about in New Orleans, apparently they noticed my uneasy, upward glances. The pale grey sheet of weather that blanketed the city since I’d arrived had been pulled taut and stifling. The humidity was getting to me and I was running out of time.

But before I left, there was one man I had to find, Mr. George Bass.
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New Orleans, in 72 Hours

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Before I landed in New Orleans I knew there wouldn’t be enough time. My weather app promised unending ‘lightning symbol’ for three days straight. Nature was making sure I couldn’t do all and see all and feel all in NOLA like I wanted to. I had to make the most of my rainy, dreary days there.

Still, I could be there long enough to be intoxicated by it, I knew that.

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