Typically, I have to lie…to girls and all of you readers…to hold people’s attention. The details of my daily happenings, which consist of humping as desk for 50 hours every week and then watching “the people’s television” (Biggest Loser, stand up), just aren’t that thrilling. This mundane existence was the inspiration for my alter ego, Officer Horsecop, which I believe everyone here is familiar with now.
My brother Hunter, however, is another case entirely. You see, Hunt, in all his 6’5″ glory, is one of these genuinely creative spirits who…in addition to having a gorgeous model girlfriend…is well on his way to never having to have a desk phone for his entire career. A true creative spirit and bon vivant. Hunt is in school up in NY…The New School…studying photography and, in general, just killing it.
I was up to see the youngster last weekend and posed a challenge: I’d gift him his first Shirtuzzi if he promised to wear it to NY Fashion Week and get a picture of him doing something sweet sporting it. If I’d handed this to Petrella or Hollis, all I would have gotten would have been a kick in the nuts. You see, none of us hang out with models. None of us travel in those circles where people drink champaign for breakfast and argue about Vercase’s VERSACE’s (edit) impact on 21st Century America.
In short, none of us are Hunter, who has a part-time, fully-impressive job working with one of the better recognized names in the fashion photography business (who shall go unnamed here). Hunt gets regular access to those backstage areas where women who would never even consider talking to any of us don’t mind taking off their clothes as they swap out between runway jaunts. It’s a world of wonders, a field of dreams, a realm of untouchability for the mortal man.
Hunt took the challenge and ran with it, and landed one of the more high-profile Shirtuzzi sightings we’ve seen so far, pictured above: a shot of him at the official Mercedes Benz Fashion Week where his “work uniform” consisted of a snug pair of hipster jeans and a sweet looking Shrituzzi. Everyone around him…photographers, models, socialites…they’re spending hours wading through the wardrobe looking for the right frock. For Hunter, the decision was easy – Shirtuzzi. It takes balls to wear a shirt like that amidst the lions of the fashion world, but for anyone who knows my brother, you’re well aware that’s the least of the man’s concerns.
While nothing beats the shots we’ve gotten of Shirtuzzi’s rink-side, or kids with Curly Fries, something about the Shirtuzzi freely roaming the grounds amongst the fashion pillars just carries a sense of having arrived. The bar has been set. Where will you get SPOTTED with YOUR Shirtuzzi?