Meet your Posher, Marvin.

Musician. Drummer. Style Junkie. John Varvatos runs in my veins. Hooked on the raw swagger of Balmain, the sharp cut of Tom Ford, the glare of Clocks+Colours and the street-luxe grind of Wornstar, Von Zipper and Saint Bones. From whiskey neat to Liga Privada cigars, I move in rhythm with the finer things—loud, unapologetic, and always tailored. If it doesn’t speak with attitude or class, it doesn’t make the cut.