Welcome to Less Is More the personal blog of a digital advertising connoisseur, media man, skier, somewhat avid cyclist, foodie, wine lover, car & history buff. Questions?
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Today they moved in together, and I am officially not a resident of NYC. I will be in Buffalo for two years to begin and finish my MBA. Media Menace is on two feet, maybe more, but I can’t thank these two guys enough. James you picked me up, Jayson you can always ride my bike and gave me s***. I am alive and again on the bike thanks to you and Dylan.
See you in 1 day at #leriv.
Miss this man. Good catching up today brother.
tonight I earned this drink.
Q time. My turn
What one thing have you done for the past 15 years?
Dance? Cycle? Blog?
Fill my ask box anon’s and followers. Top results get posted.
Pretty sure I lost my rig (aka camera). brb gonna go over react & jump off a bridge. ack.
Dave’s afternoon.
Oscar de la Renta Fall Preview
I had the privilege of shooting Oscar de la Renta’s fall preview yesterday and as always it was 15 minutes of movement, color and a bit of fantasy. The clothes seem at once unobtainable but also completely wearable, which I think is perfect.
He can write, click, and do much more than just critique #menswear.
Camera in hand always. If you are not already following James you should be ladies & gents.
It’s always been important to me to be different (or at least feel like I am). When everyone was wearing t-shits, I donned a suit, if the best thing was to be a football star, I was a wrestling one and growing up in the south where the bigger the truck the better, this was my first car. A 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air.
This makes me love my roommate that much more.
Double monks being broken in today (Taken with instagram)
How to start your Halloween weekend in your late 20’s.
pardon the over edit.
Day at the Races
Published on Two Inch Cuffs
Words, Dylan Nord. Images, James Nord
Eight leashed dogs are lead past a nearly empty stadium with borrowed coats on their backs. The first dog in the line, number one, is huge. Seventy pounds of waist high muscle contracts making his slow stroll seem purely athletic. But as he bends to sniff the grass at the edge of the track and then crouches to let off a bit of piss, he seems more like a family pet than a prize winner. All the numbered greyhounds here at the Flagler Dog Track in Florida are indifferent until the race begins, but as the mechanical rabbit slides quickly by on a rail in front of them, the front gates are lifted and the race has begun. Instinct causes an explosion onto the track. Kicking up sand behind them, the dogs stretch their sinewy bodies trying for an unreachable target. Pulling every bit of speed out of a four legged body built for it, the greyhounds frantically fly after the rabbit. But the excitement of the track is not transferred into the stands. Sprinting dogs are not urged on by screaming voices. Instead, the old spanish men, a majority here, are instinctually calm. Sipping espresso out of small plastic cups, and ashing their cigarettes over the stadium railing. They spend the day analyzing the records of a few fast dogs and making two dollar bets, and as each race finishes the men’s sun worn faces draw only slightly up or down to reveal the success of their wagers.
These are how brothers should work together.
New day
What do you know… Loneliness is fleeting
