• Barbour Meets Barber

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    Beautiful New Yorkers, swing by Barbour in SoHo this Thursday at 123 Wooster Street from 6:00pm-9:00pm for a Barbour and John Allan's TriBeCa holiday party. Enjoy complimentary shaves, shoe shines, and fine scotch with me, Garrett McCarthy, and Sarah Solomon (your gracious hosts). It'll be a fine night in each others' company. Did I mention the scotch is on the house? Please bring chocolate.

    I'm serious about the chocolate.

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  • Featured in Free & Easy, January 2014

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    While in Los Angeles last month, I was flattered to be asked for my photograph for Free & Easy magazine. There's a street style feature of real guys accompanied by a grip of Japanese text highlighting what (or rather, who) they are wearing. Haven't heard of it? That's because it is a Japanese men's lifestyle magazine serving as an encyclopedia of sorts of what made the 20th Century American male so captivating.

    The whole affair is very preppy. And while the peppered English copy-writing and humorous photographs come off as awkwardly endearing at times, this little periodical sits in the design offices of most every American menswear brand. You can pick up copies at a few magazine shops around New York for about $20 a pop.

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  • Google’s Winter Wonderlab

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    Last night, Kat and I swung by Bryant Park to go ice skating. Before we could lace our skates up, Google's Winter Wonderlab kidnapped our attention spans while we made this clip shot at 400 fps...which means they shot us for approximately one second and stretched it over 17. In two words, SO FUN. Pop in before December 22nd to make your own. You're going to want to bring friends.

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    F.E. Castleberry left a comment on 11/25/2013 at 12:56 AM:

    @Kat—Oh what could have been if Google hadn’t lost our first take…


    Katherine left a comment on 11/25/2013 at 12:40 AM:

    You nailed that snow toss…why didn’t I show up for the dance party in this video?


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  • Happy Halloween 2013

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    Robert C. Russell II left a comment on 11/1/2013 at 9:19 PM:

    F.E., you certainly are an adroit sartorialist. I thought I had one tuff to solve.


    F.E. Castleberry left a comment on 11/1/2013 at 5:07 PM:

    @emjkmj—…and white…and red…and…


    emjkmj left a comment on 11/1/2013 at 4:56 PM:

    Love it!  But, all Wes Anderson font is in yellow ;)


    F.E. Castleberry left a comment on 11/1/2013 at 11:22 AM:

    @Roger C. Russell II—Thanks. It brought a lot of smiles to plenty of people. Max wears Rod Lavers…I pulled Killshots out of my closet, although I did manage to find burgundy laces.


    Brian left a comment on 11/1/2013 at 11:08 AM:

    Awesome costume Fred


    Roger C. Russell II left a comment on 11/1/2013 at 5:32 AM:

    That might be the best Halloween costume I have ever seen. However, let me offer some trivia. What shoes did Max actually wear?


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  • A Week Amongst Angels

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    Los Angeles is a strange place. It has one season—sunny with a high of 75. I like my seasons, plural. Angelenos, well, they love their convertibles and graphic tees. To each his own I suppose. Last week I flew west for a little play and a ton of work. If I’m going to be locked in a steel tube for six hours, I’ll go willing with Virgin every time. Far and away my favorite airline. They just get it.

    Upon arrival, I am greeted by L.A.’s very own welcoming committee—the 405. “Stay a while. In fact, just put it in park.” I eventually pull in to my buddy Jory’s place after a start-n-stop reenactment of my driver’s ed test. I love his space. It’s sparse yet feels distinctly lived in. He has this amazing vinyl collection. There might be 80...90...100 records? Enough to make an audiophile produce a single tear. We could go through it for an entire day and never get tired of listening. Jory’s one of the good ones. The good ones let you crash their couch and charge your phone at a moment’s notice.

    Before things get crazy, I style and shoot a fashion editorial test with a fresh-faced actor. It’s refreshing. California’s light paints people and places differently, as if The Golden State is the Sun’s favorite child. The rest of the week is an intense blur. Through a series of remarkable events, I read poetry of my own authoring to a girl in front of 53 people (among a slew of other things I never imagined myself doing). I feel alive. Really alive. Picture Knox wooing Chris in front of the whole class in Dead Poets Society and you pretty much have it. It is terrifying and freeing, all at once.

    It’s Wednesday and I’m being photographed outside Joan’s on Third for the Japanese menswear magazine Free & Easy (let it be known for the record that I am still nerding out over this). After the broken English exchange, I stumble into Juice Served Here craving a wifi connection. Little do I know I’m on the cusp of experiencing the best juice known to man. It’s raw, organic, and cold pressed. I’m not in L.A. long, yet in this moment “cold pressed” seems to be the only fathomable fashion in which it is socially acceptable to drink juice. After a handful of tastings, I tip the staff off to my penchant for spicy foods and they produce Hot Lei from behind the counter. It has me at “cayenne.” Coconut water, pineapple, lemon, and honey laced with cayenne pepper—the elixir is genius.

    As Sunday night disappears into Monday morning, my dear friend Francesca introduces me to Randy’s Donuts. Apparently it’s famous. I don’t know if the donuts are actually better than anyone else’s but their sign certainly is. That has to count for something. The deal is three donuts: split one immediately then save the rest for breakfast. We down the apple fritter and I crawl off the couch to the leftovers the next morning. Somehow they’re even better the next day. Life should be like that.

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