One day I was lunching at one of my favorite New York haunts, Balthazar, when I spotted two scallywags having a rather ridiculous lunch. They appeared to be in a time warp of their own given that they were knocking back Martinis and beers with abandon as if it were a University Challenge race. It was made all the more amusing by the fact that they looked like a couple of aging rockstars and were clearly not young whippersnappers out to prove they were larger than life. These two nutters just were.
Words by: DUNCAN QUINN
Photos by: NICOLAS RAMIREZ
An hour or so later who should bowl into duncan quinn New York but the same two characters. Given they’d been boozing for quite some time they were in remarkable shape. So remarkable that they almost pissed their pants laughing when they saw me standing there fresh from lunch in the booth next to them. A true “watching me, watching you, watching me” moment. Turns out the one who looked more sane (and this is saying something) had turned his partner in crime on to duncan quinn and persuaded him not to go to Hermes or Chanel for that new outfit he wanted, but to come to yours truly.
That was about seven or eight years ago and both of these esteemed gentlemen have become very regular attendees at duncan quinn, both socially and as their atelier of choice. One of them you may know as the guy with the 1970’s pornstar moustache in the duncan quinn ads. When he’s not broking complex derivative deals or holding court at Balthazar he likes nothing more than to head out into the unknown to test his survival skills.
Getting on your Grumman – Priceless
PJ for ballers – For those who prefer their shoes where they should be
Hooking the king of Salmon – A tasty time
Alaska – A lot more fun than a kick in the bollox
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