David Stol

1 day ago | sharpmagazine.com | David Stol

Sonny Vaccaro has always been a gambler. It began humbly enough, shooting marbles as a child in Trafford, Pennsylvania. Instinctually, something inside him clicked. After graduating high school, Vaccaro and a pair of friends drove to Las Vegas with nothing but a few hundred dollars to their name to seek their fortune. The journey itself was a dice roll of sorts. This was 1950s Las Vegas, after all; no Michelin star restaurants, no Formula One Grand Prix glamour, just gambling in its purest form.

2 days ago | gqmiddleeast.com | David Stol

For independent clothing designers, getting your first sneaker collab has become something of a coming-of-age ritual. If you freak it—like, say, Grace Wales Bonner did with her Adidas debut—the drop has the potential to supercharge your stature and open the door to even greater opportunities. And if it flops? Well…let’s just say it’s best not to flop.

6 days ago | gq.com | David Stol

All products featured on GQ are independently selected by our editors. However, we may receive compensation from retailers and/or from purchases of products through these links. For independent clothing designers, getting your first sneaker collab has become something of a coming-of-age ritual. If you freak it—like, say, Grace Wales Bonner did with her Adidas debut—the drop has the potential to supercharge your stature and open the door to even greater opportunities. And if it flops?

2 weeks ago | sharpmagazine.com | David Stol

In the months between the release of our winter issue and the spring issue you hold now, friends and family have often been curious what I’ve been up to at the office. Of course, I get it. I used to work in digital media, where the success or failure of a project is as much determined by the pace of its production as the quality itself. If you’re doing it right, there’s a constant flood of output — “proof of life,” so to say.

1 month ago | sharpmagazine.com | David Stol

The great irony of Enigma — the modern international restaurant nestled in Toronto’s historic Yorkville neighbourhood — is that it holds very little mystery. Yes, its relatively unassuming position below the bustle of Bloor Street, hidden along the picturesque brick buildings of St. Thomas Street, leaves one wondering what lies beyond the red velvet rope at its front door. But upon entering, all its ambiguity melts away.