COLLECTION: Swimsuit

Like I said, I went to Vegas to watch Erin play at the World Series of Poker. More on that later.

Anyway, it was unclear however just how long I’d be staying in Sin City, so I packed… and packed… and packed some more. The gear for the web-site alone—two cameras, my laptop, some hard-drives, a ring-flash, extra-batteries, etc.—took up half a bag. Then there were the clothes for formal events, parties, lunches, press-events… luckily I wear pretty much the same thing no matter where I’m going, but still it was a load, especially when you consider I once went to South Africa for two weeks with nothing but an overnight bag. The thing is, in my attempt to pack everything I’d want, I forgot anything I’d need. Sure I had two sweaters and a sweatshirt, but I only had two pair of socks.

Thus, when Erin said “Suit-up, lets go to the pool” I realized just how badly I’d miscalculated.
“Er, um, I don’t think I brought a bathing suit. I brought a thong for comedy, but other than that the only suit I brought is Paul Smith.”

I smiled sheepishly.
Erin grabbed the camera.
And we both knew what time it was.
And so, without further ado, I give you THE SWIMSUIT.



Check out how big I can make my hair. I’m like a Troll Doll. Fun, right?


Anyway, here’s the suit.


And here’s the suit by the pool. The rest is pretty much self-explanatory.
























At least the hair’s a bit tamer.




I don’t know why I DeNiro.






























It was right about then that I was asked to leave… oh well.









Dress Suit by Paul Smith—$500.
Room at the Mirage—$165.
Being asked to leave the pool for wearing too much? Priceless.

Let’s just call this a warm-up though. Tomorrow should be a fun one.