Nick Wooster is a fashion god.
If you haven’t heard of this particular god before, don’t panic, it’s probably because you aren’t a men’s fashion insider.
(When I’m not pecking away in front of this little screen, or photographing enchiladas in my garage, I work for a pretty big global fashion house.)
Mr. Wooster has worked as a menswear buyer and fashion director for several men’s fashion heavyweights. Bergdorf Goodman, Barneys, Thom Brown, J.C. Penny, and Gilt Groupe to name just a few. He is the darling subject of the sartorial street photographers, usually pictured scurrying from one high-profile fashion event to the next….and almost always in a jaunty combination of camouflage, cashmere and pattern that only he could combine. Currently, he’s part owner and creative director of Artium NYC….a select boutique where average Joes can purchase menswear pieces the Wooster would proudly slap on his own body. Like sequined fleece harem pants.
Found his Christopher St. apartment featured on High Snobiety recently,
Yes, yes, yes, it’s all a little more austere than I would usually like. Why is there nothing hanging on any of those greige walls? And where are the rugs and throw pillows?
But the whole place just exudes masculinity.
No kitchen? Pretty sure that he doesn’t cook, or eat, anyway. Towers of books each crowned with a vintage globe….like an adult game of chance, just daring you to pull one from the middle, or better yet, the very bottom. The leather tray filled with stainless steel gazing balls on that weathered metal cabinet. Boots on display……(yeah, we sort of do that too). Love that Stephen Kenn couch with cushions made from repurposed and untreated WWII military fabric. The kind they used to make tents and duffel bags. Really dig the kudu skull too.
His home is exactly like his razor-sharp ensembles. Sensible, masculine, – never overly detailed or embellished – and perfectly tailored just for him.
All photos by Robert Wunsch
…and no, Adam, there weren’t any of his closet.