Saturday, June 27, 2009


Tyler Brule is many things; pretentious, brilliant, snobbish, amazing, effete, ground breaking, Canadotrash and so much more. He's also the editor of one of the most Intell mags around, MONOCLE.

An exhilarating blend of over the top info you will never need wrapped in a box full of Tom Ford paper, MONOCLE is a magazine for people you don't know and can never hope to be.

You love it.


I swear.

In Brule's world a summer "Flight of Fancy" starts in the Marais and somehow ends up in Tangiers. Of course you arrive, not on a G-5 (how gauche), but, after having driven to North Africa in your mums 1976 Land Rover Defender with the Harmon Kardon stereo while you listen to TING TINGS remixes your fave DJ in Cap du Somewhere made for your birthday.

Get my drift?

Of course you do.

All men in Tyler's world wear Tom Ford when they dress up and obscure labels by Trustafarian designers (when they "slum it") who are from Antwerp, but, live in Williamsburgh.

The Bronx.

They only eat at places you don't know about and have the best Coke connections. Though no one does Coke anymore.

Monocle champions artists with names like Schnabel, but, never Julian.

In short, as a famous Transsexual from Transylvania once said, "Don't dream it, be it."

Or die trying.

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