We've been itching to interview Mr. Nickelson Wooster since The Coveteur opened its virtual door(s). He's a man whose coif often defies gravity, whose salt-and-pepper stubble has sprinkled the pages of every street style blog ever, and who has no qualms about donning a fluffy fur headdress of Carmen Miranda proportions. Our reaction when we were finally able to turn our lens on the renaissance man of fashion?
Four words: F*** yeah, Nick Wooster.
From the sculpted silver swath atop his head, to the intricate ink creeping down from his cuffed sleeves, right down to his scuff-free brogues, Wooster is impeccable top-to-toe. So it wouldn't be a total spoiler alert to tell you his childhood My Strange Addiction was also, well...spotless. Care to venture a guess?
—Chelsey Burnside
