The Pixilated Photobooth and Startup Soiree founder picks the items he can't live without.
By By Lauren Bell | Photography by David Colwell | September 2015
Toms: They’re super comfy, understated, and stylish; three things that are big for me. I have a lot of them; great with cutoffs. Even better with a suit. Personal swag thing.
Mom’s Scarf: I lost my mom a few months ago. This scarf is one of what I assume will be many mementos of hers I’ll acquire in the future. At the moment, it means
the world to me.
Postcards: My friend Dan Randall is a sculpture boss (not his real title) at the National Gallery of Art. When I was younger he’d send me postcards from around the world. I don’t know if I ever told him how much those meant to me.
Paintings From My Boys: My wife will go down in history as the greatest gift giver ever. Every year she has my boys make me Father’s Day paintings. Can’t wait to see where this goes.
Annie Woodbury Hat: This hat traveled from the great State o’ Maine (looking at you, John Irving) via my in-laws. It’s become my ‘rally’ hat for business pitches and general hijinks.
Alvarez Guitar: This guitar belonged to my uncle who was a manic-depressive and always threatened to kill himself. He promised my dad that if he did, he’d destroy this guitar as a sign. A secret message, if you will. When his dead body was found in the back of a car in Florida, a suspected suicide, the guitar was still intact. Mystery ensues.
Benetton Pencil Case: This is my quintessential relic of
growing up in the ’80s with an older sister. It simultaneously reminds me of her, Catholic school, and my youth.
Treason Toting Co.—The Gordon: I’ve carried this bag on my arm five days a week without rest since I got it. Beautiful craftsmanship by beautiful people. Totally local, totally styling.
Jenny Holzer Art Book: I can credit my wife for exposing me to so many great things in life but her art books were an open window to my future. Incredible words by a visionary woman.
Freddie Hubbard ‘First Light:’ I’m an avid music dude. First Light was a staple in my home as a child and has become a reminder of so much that I am; it’s an index of who I am and how I got here.
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