Literally done last minute as I do most things- anyways here it is..
My application for THE BEST SUMMER JOB IN AMERICA!
I hope you guys all got your applications sent in!
Literally done last minute as I do most things- anyways here it is..
My application for THE BEST SUMMER JOB IN AMERICA!
I hope you guys all got your applications sent in!
Jack Wills has launched a contest for one lucky person to win The Best Summer Job in America. The winner will travel to Nantucket for a six week internship where they will be hosting parties on the beach and in the bars, travelling to all of our seasonal locations as well as taking trips to London and LA for JW events! But here’s the kicker – the winner will also get their next semesters full college tuition fees paid!
You have until June 20th!
Get going future Seasonnaire!
Also, keep close for my application video which will be up very soon!
Summer’s just begun. I hear through the pink and blue pin-striped vines that Rachel Romanowski’s hosting a nice end of the school year shindig down at Trinity in Hartford, CT. Fuck it, let’s do it. I grab my partner in crime, Joey Talluto, at 10:00PM we head to South Station in Boston and grab our tickets for Hartford. We get on the bus, I do a bit of writing, we nap, and when we wake up we’re in Hartford baby! Perfect! Gotta love when that happens. Once off the bus we try figuring out our way their by foot. Sippin’ & rippin’ the entire way. “Is there any other way to do it?” (Jimmy asks himself whilst typing this). We go off track a few times. Get asked for change by a few people that definitely enjoy some of whatever they enjoy. Hartford’s an interesting place. We survive the walk and eventually land on the Trinity College campus and I give Jonzey a call to see what’s up! He shouts the exact address and Joseph and I got hunting. As we’re walking up this hill wondering where the hell this place is, we hear something. The music and people grow louder as we reach the top of the hill as we finally spy an absolute rager! We give ourselves the last minute touch-ups, I throw my shades on and fucking rollllllllllllllll in. Once inside, Ben was awful generous with his drinks which was much appreciated and saw some Jack Wills crew I hadn’t seen in too long. Tunes were bumpin’, drinks were flowin’, and I was surrounded by old friends and some rad new ones! Couldn’t get better.
As the party wrapped up, Joey and I ended up staying at one of the dorms. They had honey roasted peanuts. Fuck yes. We sleep. We wake up and tried finding the supposed ride back to Boston that was apparently leaving from Trinity. No luck finding it. Calls and texts were no use. Joe and I were also pretty broke and there was no way we could afford bus tickets. Great, another adventure. Let’s fucking do it baby.
While freaking out a bit, and doing some pacing thinking “how the fuck are we gonna get home?”, a woman walks into the room. Huh? “Hey boys! You guys wanna make 20 bucks?”. Joseph and I pause and look at each other, and without hesitation ask her what she needs. She needs some boxes and stuff moved out of her daughters dorm room down to their cars. Of course! My friend and I put on our best “strapping young men” acts on and help these people the fuck out. Helllllll yes! While helping them out, she asks us our deal and she finds out that we’re kind of stuff in Hartford and need to get back to Boston. This woman was a saint. She offered us enough money for bus tickets, and refused no as an answer. Alright! We look up bus times for Boston, and the next one leaves in 15 minutes from then! She said no worries, my daughter, Cassandra Moulton, will take you guys to the bus station. We’re in no position to pass it up. We hop in her car, Cass is driving us to the station and as she pulls up to it gives her mother a call. “Mom, they live in Saugus. They’re on the way, can I just give them a lift home?” (Joe peaks at me through the space between the passenger seat and the window with a look of shock and complete glee). This girl was beyond amazing. We shared a perfect ride back sharing scar stories, learning about newfound habitable planets and bumping nothing but Deadmau5 and Skrillex the entire way. Fucking epic. Once in Saugus, she dropped us at Kelly’s Roast Beef so Joseph and I could have a celebratory dinner. Amazing doesn’t quite cut how good the food tasted. The Universe is really somethin’.
& Oh yeah, I almost forgot - Cass ended up being Robert Deniro’s niece.
It’s late March in Boston and I’m dreaming of beaches and summer time swag and missing my best friend who’s studying abroad in Madrid, Spain. Luckily for me I have this crazy knack for blurring the lines between my dreams and reality. I’ve got a missed call and a voicemail from a +44 number. My man Tom Griffith leaves me with news that Santucci&Co. Production Co. in London would like to option me for the upcoming Jack Wills Summer Holiday film! Tiiighht. They asked that I send along a new audition clip (where they have me usually do some pretty silly things), as they needed to see what I looked like since my hair was much shorter than I had it styled in the Christmas film. You can catch the now somehow infamous goofball video that had been on the spot enhanced by my buddies in our dorm room suite in downtown Boston with their usual tomfoolery on youtube under the most viewed section. Once the video was sent out to the studio, I patiently awaited to see if I’d land this shoot and be off on another unforgettable adventure. About a week later I wake up to a few more missed calls and glorious voicemails from Tom and Morag Jones over at Santucci&Co. letting me know that I’m on the shoot! Later that night I received my itinerary of sorts and the dates and locations of the shoot. I couldn’t believe it. The film was to be shot on an island in the Mediterranean, Palma de Mallorca off the coast of Spain! They had me flying out to Madrid, and from their over to the island for the shoot! Amazing! My first instinct is to contact my boy Joey Talluto and tell him I’m on my way to Spain and if I can see the kid somehow! I restrained myself and realized I had the opportunity to surprise my best friend since childhood in fucking Spain. You don’t just bump into someone you know let alone your best friend in Spain. It’s how I choose to roll.
So. All I need to do is get my ass on the plane and let time do the rest for this week ahead. Too easy. I apparently decided it’d be most courageous to miss my flight to Madrid and cost the production company a bunch of dollars or sterling or pounds or whatever. Also, my phone bill wasn’t paid, so I couldn’t exactly call immediately and figure shit out. Plus it was well past midnight on a weekday in London so I had no choice but to go back to my dorm room in Boston. Defeated and pretty freaked on what would happen. The adventure had begun. I sent some emails, my friends chilled me out with some free extracurricular, and I waited out the night to see what would be done of it. So about 7:00AM comes round and I get the frantic call from production and they gave me some quick orders on how to go about getting my ass out to Spain! Flights were changed and I was sent out to London Heathrow, and from there had to be picked up and brought to some other London airport an hour or two away. I slept on the ride, and when I arrived at the next airport, Morag calls and says I need to have my ticket printed in order to board my flight for Mallorca. Turns out prints in the airport coast super dough, and I was seriously pennyless. I was pretty hungry, too. Morag literally had to drive from downtown London all the way up to this airport to bring my my ticket! It just felt crazy at this point. Finally, I boarded my flight and touched down in Palma de Mallorca, Spain. I was picked up by the lovely Sally Feneaux of Palma Pictures and was off to the set to start shooting straight away! I literally had been from Boston, to London, to London again, and now on some island in Spain with all the time differences and everything and had to go directly onto set to shoot! Fucking awesome, I’ll take it. Once I arrive on set, I’m getting shit from the usually suspects. This was my fourth time working with this same director, Elaine Constantine and crew, so it was marvelous to see them all again especially in yet another beautiful setting. And of course I had the privilege of meeting the other models on the shoot, Will, Hermione, and Erika (who I had worked with previously on the Christmas shoot). Makeup and the stylists immediately nabbed me onto the bus and did some haircutting and University Outfitting. I had already missed a full day of shooting, so I had lots to keep me busy that first day. The day came and went. The sun set heavenly as we began the night shots which are always the funnest, as we’re usually handed cups to keep us loose and ready to do whatever, whenever.
The next day was beautiful and nice and easily paced. We had some breakfast that had to be the best breakfast I’ve ever had. The food their is just so - pure. We had lots of fun doing some early shots,
and Will taught me a thing or two about how Cricket is done.
As the sun went down just relaxed on the beach and enjoyed each other and some down time. I’ll never forget laying in the sand talking with Hermione about too much and not enough. Our last shots were off location, so we drove to the spot and got the last scenes! It was a wrap! Which is always excited as we can all smell the ‘wrap party’ around the bend at this point. We all head back to the hotel, put on some fresher threads, and we were off to enjoy the night. We went to this restaurant in what I assume was downtown Mallorca but truthfully I’ve no idea. The restaurant was amazing. The vibe of the area was electric. I tried some crazy food for the first time. Ah, the food!! Also, enough sangria to embarrass grape. I don’t know what that means. I had lots of sangria.
After! dinner we were off to some bars and clubs. Basically, we were so squaded up that we took over our own bar and had a private dance party. Amazing.
By now it’s about 3:00AM and we’re all heading to some cabs to take us back. I hop in my cab, blowing a kiss to the Spanish ballerina I had met and shared a dance with that night (my gahd!), and we were off. I had thought back to the hotel. I was pretty silly and we pulled up in front of an even more bumpin’ spot and I couldn’t believe we were continuing the rage! Loved it. Later, got back to the hotel, slept for an hour or so, slapped Tommy on the ass to wake him up and assure he catches his flight. My flight home was originally planned to send me back to London to hang with the production crew for the weekend then head back home to the states. Not what I had planned. During the shoot I somehow weasled my way into grabbing a ticket to Madrid, Spain! I was actually going to get to see my best friend! Anyways! I got to Madrid, surprised the pants off of Joseph, kept the party rollin’ and the sleepless nights flowing.
Showed Madrid how good times are had, shot a short film with Joseph Talluto and director Christian Roberts in my final hours in Madrid, then was off to Paris for a bit! then home! Unfathomable. Trust me, the details have been left.
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I could really get used to these things. This party at Harvard was kind of the craziest shit ever. Complete with big black bouncers at the door, random ice sculptures, dance parties on every floor, a complete bar run by none other than Lauren Nadel and of course lovely party people all around.
Earlier that night I met up with Lauren and a few of her friends and downed some water bottle courage on the walk and red line T ride over to Cambridge. As we arrive at the door of this place, Spee Club, we throw out the “we’re with Jack Wills”, and the humungous black man and suited white guy with clipboard in hand give us the “right this way!” treatment. Entering this place feeling pretty boss. After patrolling and vibing the place out I set myself up right in front of that bar. Grab a big ol’ drink made specially for me. I finish it way too quick and I’m on to the next one. I take a nice lengthy drunken look at my phone and realize Nick Bertrand has called me a bunch. My best friend since I was 8 says he’s in the city! I shoot him the address and wait eagerly for this tall bastard! Once he gets there, they’re giving him the third degree at the door. I roll up out of the party and give the clipboard man a tap on the shoulder with a proudly smug grin and a “he’s with me”. They let him in and again, that boss feeling. We apparently party our faces off, because the next thing i remember is being hunched over in his arms like a paralyzed baby. I’ve never gotten sick at a party or anything before. I guess everyone has to be “that guy” at least once!
The next morning was Easter morning. I woke up, still completely trashed and having no idea where I was. Check out my experience with it in this nifty little video taken with my custom new Jack Wills Seasonnaires Flip Camera!
As you saw, I realized where I was and got a lift home and enjoyed some hungover Easter ham with the family.
I catch word Lizzie Jacobs is having a Jack Wills promo party at her place on Chestnut Hill. Well, alright. I’m there.
Take the adventure way, way down the forsaken ‘B’ Line, stumble through a few neighborhoods and finally come across the loudest, most florescently dawned house out of the bunch. I roll up inside, take in the sea of lensless Willies and Jack Tees, smack hands with Yianni and Adam, and head straight for the back to give Lizzie a hello and see what’s happenin’! Sadly, the punch had been running quite dry. While looking for some quench I had the pleasure of meeting a certain Alexa Noelle who had the same issue as I. Luckily, we stumbled upon a bottle of wine, shared it stealthily in the corner of a dark pantry type i have no idea really area, and quickly got to the bottom of things. Sorry to whose it actually was! If I’m in your house - hide your wine. Alexa and I started running around playing games with the place, and as another stroke of luck lent itself to the night, we stumbled upon what seemed to be a secret staircase and what happened to be another bottle of something good waiting for us.
Shared the half gone coffee-flavored something, got to know a great girl and aspiring photographer, who I just actually had the pleasure of shooting with recently, and ended up flowing out to meet up with one of my best friends in the world and from home, Louise Sheehan. Hooked her up with some Willies before having a sit by a tree.
Met up, caught up, got loose and fell asleep. Woke up that morning and showed her how to play some chords on the guitar that she took to so quickly. I loved every moment of it. Another night. Another morning. Future’s in sight while the present’s in mourning.
Your birthday is that pre-selected date of expected awesomeness each year. My birthday has special significance to me, as it is mine. As yours is to you - but mine can be something truly momentous. It’s the day after St. Patty’s Day and is the same day as my mother’s birthday. This year, St. Patrick’s Day landed on Thursday, and my birthday that Friday the following day. Not a bad birthday slot. Although I have the privilege of being a college student residing in the wonderful city of Boston for St. Patty’s Day, I actually ended up spending the night at home in Saugus, MA. Thinking & drinking. Some moon staring & word sharing. The moon for the entire weekend had appeared 30% larger than usual, and was full each day. A “super-moon” it was called. Amazing. After I reflected on the past year of my life, and swallowing the fact that these eyes have gazed upon two magnificent and nimble decades, I grabbed some sleep quite ready for the day ahead.
I’m 20. Candles blown, presents appreciated, hugs given, and ready for the night Jack Wills is having at the Sail Loft in the North End. B) My hometown boys, Dario Picozzi and Brian Colantouni grab me at my house off to the waterfront. Our lips and livers have a bit of fun on the long walk from where we could actually park the car and the Sail Loft. Once we’ve arrived, Olly Finding is standing out front getting some air and grants me a big birthday boy wish as he slides us past the line waiting. Once inside it was all “Happy Brithday’s!” here “Birthday Boy!” there. What’s better? Drinks out on a surprisingly comfortable deck outside on the water with old friends and new on my 20th birthday, taking in the moon, loving it all. The night rolled on, i shared an absolutely amazing, “birthday cake shot” with Gracie that tasted like Fruity Pebbles, danced a bit, and said some pretty embarrassing things to some of the ladies of Jack Wills…
All & All! it was a memorable night, and one hell of a way to spend my 20th birthday. Plus, Spring officially began to end the weekend on March 20th. Beautiful.
Park Street green line to Northeastern. Cut through Ruggles and wait in the intriguing and surprisingly hip lobby at 1155 Tremont St, which is just up the road from where I live - all the way at 150. I’m jamming to the Pandora radio emanating from my Blackberry, as girls in their short skirts pass by in droves fresh off their dorm room pre-games. El and Yianni come round out of their pre-game session - not dressed in mini skirts and heels. I was a little disappointed. We wrap arms, compare threads, and head for the red line to Davis Square. On the way we were discussing what we think the party’s going to be like, who we’re excited to see, our Jack Wills garb, all as we got our T drank on and shared some of the most interesting drinking stories I’ve ever heard. Sooner or later we land in Medford or Somerville, not sure which it is really, and we just begin kind of walking in a direction that feels right. Our silly phone GPS’ (if that’s how you pluralize it) weren’t doing us much good. After a bit of walking aimlessly, Yianni takes it upon himself to ask a cop who had been walking past us if we were heading the right way. We weren’t. We quickly averted our legs and were off confidently towards I-House at Tufts University. We’re just about there and some dude shouts out from his frat house stoop, “you guys looking for that disco party?”. Which we all replied, “yes, we are”. He told us it was the house right behind his. After our little adventure me and the boys suddenly got a bit giddy. We pull around towards the front deck of I-House, and begin to get the last of our drinks when suddenly Kieran adds, “guys, there is plenty to drink inside just come on in”. Well that was exactly what I wanted to hear.
As I’m heading in, Kieran begins outfitting me with a Jack Wills bracelet and shares with me his story of being terribly, terribly ill while we were in Maine for the weekend. Went in to the deeply dark room to the right, and began letting the night get blurry. From there on I remember two very quick shots of tequila I nearly regretted, barging into rooms upstairs, never finding El, pushing Kenard over and over, and cutting the fuck out of rugs with Chyna McRizzle.
Anyways, as the spins I was doing on the dance floor were being mimicked by my head, the cops showed up, I think. Regardless, I grabbed my jacket, told Gracey to “facebook me” about a trip I never took, and biggidy bounced. I ended up spending my night running around tennis courts, playing hide and seek, and showing off my vertical skills. No complaints. Oh, and somewhere in there was a raging “Silent Disco”, with the headphones, and DJ’s and all that. Was amazing.
Unforgettable pond parties, an imaginary discotheque, an undone landscape puzzle… These are some of the dots I’ve been trying to connect in my mind about a certain weekend I experienced with some familiar faces, and some new painted ones that I now have the pleasure to call my friends. Although most of the links in my memory chain long to be reminded of most of what actually occurred, the big picture of that grandiose weekend remain immortalized in my mind’s eye. It was that amazing something that I never knew I always wanted. An all expenses paid, alcohol induced weekend winter getaway to the mountains of Maine. All for the sake of making friends, spreading some Jack Wills exuberance, tobogganing, and filming the entire thing to prove it ever actually happened.
It’s Thursday night in Boston, MA, and I’m running down Newbury Street with three trash bags full of layers and layers of clothes to keep the bones warm for the weekend. I was dashing towards the Jack Wills shop to catch a ride up to Maine with Wills Baker, who I have yet to meet. While waiting for Wills, I passed my time in the store by doing some tasks for a few of the Blonde beauts I have the pleasure of working for. Everybody on hand was buzzing with questions for me for the weekend ahead, that my only answer could be “I have no idea what to expect.” Willsy pulled up, we loaded up his Land Rover, and Wills, I, Cory Paul Martin and Elliott Johns were off on an unfathomable adventure. On the way, we needed to make a quick pit-stop at the Savant Project to meet up with good friend of mine, Edek Vache of Boston’s Finest.tv, to pick up one of those crucial identification cards. After our important stop, we were full force towards toboggan fun-time! After some finding something in common between all those involved in the ride up, getting a bit lost in the woods, and Willsy geeking about the invisible problem with his car, we arrived in dark, assumingly beautiful Rockland, ME. We pulled up to an all-too-familiar “Cheers!” from Ben using the outdoor bathroom supplied by loving Mother Nature, and we were out to spread our legs in some random house. We walked in, slid our shoes off, and entered an exultant room of new faces having a ball with some drinking games, reminiscing, and for whatever reason rubbing dried chicken/bacon fat on one another- don’t ask; I didn’t. The night carried on with learning some names that I’d ask for again the next day, meeting the founders of the US Tobogganing Nationals and savoring some custom-brewed whiskey beer especially for the event.
And the night would not have been complete without some last minute professional toboggan training:
The training was actually kind of necessary, and yet another cool, supa dupa awesome bonding experience. I’m glad the JW crew I rolled with and I made it up that night. I had originally planned on voyaging up on Friday. Thankfully Jonzey was on my case about getting up to Maine by Thursday night. After a great night of silliness, we traveled back to the hotels we would call home for the next couple of days. We immediately felt welcomed as we opened our hotel room doors to two beautiful and gracious sights. A custom JW Seasonnaire onesie, pom pom hat, and some custom shades to assure readiness and style to take on the competition:
And another hospitable and considerate gift awaiting my arrival:
The whole of the Jack Wills bunch that was there for that night then attempted to meet up in mischief. But the strobe lights, tunes, and vast array of knit hats and wayfarer sunnies proved to be too much for the hotel staff to handle. We still had our fun, and went off to sleep with little British fun fairies dancing in our heads for the day that lay ahead.
Woke up to a text buzzing somewhere under the covers telling me to come grab some breakfast - it’s Friday morning and the first thing I see staring at me is the bottle of Cisco’s finest , so naturally I kept the party going. You know you’re off to a great weekend when the bottle’s touching your teeth before your toothbrush. It was clear that the original itinerary was going to be slightly modified once convening at 9 in the morning turned into meeting in the parking lot whenever you were ready later that afternoon. After getting together, comparing shades and loading up the land rovers, we were off to Camden Snow Bowl! I didn’t know what to expect, yet the unexpected was present. We stepped out of our cars and up on to the frozen pond to find some people straight chillin’ in a Tee Pee, men dressed as pirates and some sort of remarkable hut being built. After getting all signed in for the races to come we all head off to what would be transformed into my idea of the best possible use of ice, alcohol and Land Rovers. We quickly made ourselves known by cranking out of control remixes and beats out of the back of the LR’s as we got to work on throwing up the fabulous tent. It didn’t take long for the party to snowball into a bigger party. Of course what’s a tent without a suspended toboggan as a Beirut table?
The day continued with lots of dancing and getting completely stroshled on some wale’s tale and whatever else was being poured into those beautiful, custom red solo cups of ours. With all this amazingness, it’s necessary to capture and document all the planned and not so planned madness, and that’s where my boy Keenan Foley came in! He was the lucky guy following me around asking outlandish questions to all involved, and also supplying me with an entire wardrobe for the shots. Unfortunately for him it was the wardrobe he had been wearing. Good looks, Keenan! Anyways I made sure I got this guy on the other end of the lens.
The day rolled on with some serious flip cup on the Rovers and the girls painted up the self-proclaimed “Swamp Donkey’s” shack up - Jack Wills style. Even though we never actually hit the run as planned.. he day was a complete success! We then headed back to the lovely Trade-Winds Hotel to await the arrival of the rest of the JW troupe landing in Camden and grab some din-din!
Ah, the Time Out Pub. Well I’ve certainly learned to never ever judge a book, or for that matter a seemingly hokey Maine karaoke bar. After getting settled, enjoying some food, drinks and a few rounds of pool, the night seemed to have taken off into the twilight zone. Suddenly it turned into our own personal club and we were throwing down drinks. It completely got weird, in the good sense of the word, when I took a stroll upstairs. I ran skipping every other step up some creeky old stairs only to turn the corner and be struck with the sight of incredible laser lights, bumping music that must be played on sound proof floors, and a stripper pole in the very front of the dance floor. Ya this ruled. For those that know me well – let’s just say I enjoy dancing. I danced the night away with a few of the JW ladies continued the liquiding and soon retired back at the hotel. To be completely honest I don’t remember anything after the Pub.
It’s now somehow Saturday. Once again, the early wakeup is turned into an afternoon gathering. My day started the same way it had the entire weekend with some pallet wetting, threw my rad custom “onesie” on, indulged in some face painting with Dan Sabau and was out ready to take home the gold. Rode over to Camden Snow Bowl and we all proceded back to our perch of greatness. To say the least our spot was the spot. We didn’t waste a minute getting the party started considering we had never actually stopped. Shotgunning some whales, admiring the costumes the locals were sporting, drowning loko and snapping pictures to remember it all.
At some point my team, Team Salcombe, headed up the hill and took to our toboggan to show off all our recently acquired skills. I just remember the flag went down, and so did we. On the only all guy toboggan, plummeting at what seemed to be a 90 degree angle at, lets say, a trillion billion mph, on the “Broboggan”. I did nothing but stare at the sky and laugh my freezing balls off. It was a thrill I’ll never forget. Do it at least once before you go. Amazing.
As the sun went down on the Nationals an outrageous and sudden rager on the ice sprung up as perfectly unexpected yet expected. Did I mention I love to dance?
After another successful day on the pond, we packed up and bid adieu to the Snow Bowl, and headed back to the hotel. My roommate Daniel and I ended up passing out for quite a bit, and missed everybody mozying over to where we were having dinner, but we managed to roll in nice and fashionably late. I missed ordering time, but luckily Elliott wasn’t feeling too hot, and lent me his burger and fries. Thanks, brah! And afterwards we did the only thing we know how to do. Partied until our faces weren’t there. We didn’t have exact plans for after dinner, but when it doubt – take a Time Out. Went back to rock the Pub’s world, got our karaoke on, drank an bottomless barrel of redbull and vodkas, and danced our hearts out some more. Before the mass departure I noticed a woman looking for challengers for some arm wrestling. Naturally I wanted to own this lady, so I accepted the challenge. I confidently sit down across from this lady, she’s staring at me and the girl to her left at the same time. We drop ‘bows and got into it. As the tug got stronger her eye began to drift. I’m pretty sure my exterior did alright, but my mind was in a frenzy over every circumstance that I was in at that moment.
It was truly out of some hilarious film. Once again, I can’t say I remember a thing from after the Pub. Oh ya, the cross-eyed lady won.
It’s Sunday. We’ve partied our ni-ni’s off for about 60 hours now. We all grab some breakfast and ended up hanging tight for a nice little meeting to discuss the future of the brand and what we think would be some ace strategies for promoting the brand further. Sir George Yandell held a nice powerpoint presentation on the past of the brand, and Ben lead the way into the think tank on how we imagine the future should look. The bulk of the pow-wow was filmed by none-other than Keenan. Everyone was tossing in some great stuff and it was real cool to see opinions given chance on camera.
After getting to know everyone over the weekend it was a great cap to the weekend, and unquestionably made us feel like more of a team ready to scheme this brand across the country. Jack Wills never ever ceases to amaze me. It is such an innovative brand, and we are exclusively spreading it like wild fire. It’s by us for us. Truly. Plus, check this shit out.
Try describing that! To the new friends I’ve made, and old ones I’ve become closer to: Cory, Wills, Elliot, Carly, Juliana, Lizzie, Dan, Grace, Rachel, Ben, Gabrielle, Sellers, Olly, Abby, George, Caity, Natalie, Will, Sasha, Big Love, Swamp Donkey, and anybody and everybody else – we shared an epic , unforgettable and immortalized weekend together! And I’m glad it was shared with all of you. Fellow University Seasonnaires – it has begun.
It seems that anyone who catches a glimpse of the life of a Jack Wills University Seasonnaire-whether through photos, videos, in-store or in person-is emphatically curious to how in the world those lucky, kaleidoscopic kids landed such a gig. Well, having obtained this wondrous and exciting lifestyle through nothing but luck and a little charm, I felt I would share how I now get to do what I do and introduce to you my own introduction to the Fabulously British company that is-none other than Jack Wills.
It all, somehow, started at an audition in Boston for an American Eagle Outfitters ad. Go figure. I nailed the audition, got the job, and was off on set for the shoot in beautifully mundane Maynard, MA. On the 18+hr shoot, I met acclaimed British director/photographer, Elaine Constantine. One of the models wasn’t giving her what she wanted for a scene that I happened to just be standing near. She called on me for the scene and, before I knew it, I went from background actor to featured and was showing off my improvisational skills for the crew.
Between shots Elaine asked to sit down with me and asked me what I was doing next week. My reply being “something with you?”, she asked if I “wouldn’t mind coming out to London” for a voice-over job. Some men in suits came and talked to me, and, before I knew it, I was expediting a passport for myself, packing up and crossing the pond at 30,000 feet. Along the way, I was beaming at the stars that I was truly seeing for the first time and flying into a sunrise that bestowed something worth so much more than anything I’ve experienced in my past or since. When I landed I was greeted by a man holding my name on a nameplate (amazing, ya) and was away on a right-side driver trip to the studio. Once there, I dropped my stuff off, and was walked down the street for my first formal English breakfast, or “Brekky.” It was marvelous and incredibly humbling. After heading back into the studio for the day, we wrapped up the video.
Elaine happened to be meeting with a woman called “Bex” to discuss a short film she was shooting for a clothing company called “Jack Wills.” I had neither heard of this company before, nor was I even really paying attention to what they were telling me, as I was still in awe of the fact that I was in London for one day only. And, trust me, the most of that day was definitely made. All I know is that they mentioned Argentina to me, and, sure enough, a month later, I was receiving emails about the shoot and was sent out to Buenos Aires, Argentina then later off to San Carlos de Bariloche, Argentina for the Christmas shoot.
The shoot was a week long, and one of the most memorable, fascinating, and British times of my life. The shoot was complete with undie swims, accent comparisons, drunken outdoor dinner parties, South American clubbing, a hotel room party in my own room that I’ll never remember,
and, of course, the infamous Jack Wills undies scene:
After coming back to Boston, I couldn’t wait to see the video and catch a glimpse in the store. Luckily, Jack Wills’ had expanded to the states, starting with Massachusetts in Nantucket and Martha’s Vineyard, and had just completed their flagship shop in Boston, Massachusetts. How perfect, huh? How lucky. The first chance I had, I headed into the shop to take a look around. The video wasn’t up quite yet, but I had a few questions for the man who had been talking me through the store, who I’d later come to know as my friend and Captain of the Seasonnaires, Ben Jonze. I had been snooping on the Jack Wills website for weeks, and came across the “Seasonnaires” page. Like most anybody else, I was very curious. I asked “What’s with those… Seasonnaires, is it? And how do I become one?” Ben told me the deal, we exchanged information and within a few weeks I was working in the store. Getting paid for folding clothes, flirting with pretties, throwing around a rugby ball, and more flirting. Not a bad gig. A month more into that, I got the notice I was officially a Brand Ambassador for the company! Later proclaimed, a Jack Wills University Seasonnaire! And THAT kids, is how you get to be a Seasonnaire. Goes to show that running around in your underwear can get you to wherever your little heart desires in this world.
some extra goodies from the shoot I found!
When Time, or soon or late, shall bring
The dreamless sleep that lulls the dead,
Oblivion! may thy languid wing
Wave gently o’er my dying bed!
Don’t surrender your loneliness
Let it cut more deep.
Let it ferment and season you
As few human
Or even divine ingredients can.
Something missing in my heart tonight”