On a recent afternoon, Evan Mock was attempting to do laundry in his East Village condo, but something was flawed with the dryer. Perturbed beeps cut through the retro-soul music playing within the airy third-floor walk-up. The machine kept starting and stopping. He mentioned a theory, something about excessive lint accumulation and a defective filter.
Mr. Mock, 25, might be best known for his role because the pink-haired, Park Avenue-raised, Tarkovsky-loving bisexual son of a right-wing media mogul on the HBO Max reboot of “Gossip Girl,” which returns for its second season on Dec. 1. However the downtown denizen has a number of other things happening.
A king of the “collab,” he has worked with brands including the Danish jewelry manufacturer Pandora and the Italian footwear designer Giuseppe Zanotti. He has modeled for designers including Paco Rabanne and Virgil Abloh. His skateboarding prowess has landed him a hefty sponsorship from Hurley and an elusive spot on the Instagram grid of Frank Ocean. A couple of months ago he began a fashion line, Wahine, with the stylist Donté McGuine.
He’s a bona fide multi-hyphenate, a party-circuit fixture, an it boy, a person about town. Also, he has frosted suggestions now.
Despite the hyper résumé, Mr. Mock is laid-back. Serene. As the sunshine streamed into his apartment, he reclined by a floor-to-ceiling corner window. “Sometimes it’s an excessive amount of,” he said, referring to the extreme sunlight. “But I’m not complaining.”
He took a swig of coconut water from a Tetra Pak. His feet were up. They were clad in last month’s limited release North Face x Paraboot shoes, those with the vulcanized rubber outsoles, matelassé full grain leather uppers and an elastic collar — a mule so exclusive that it was not even available for purchase. Because the streetwear website Hypebeast reported: “Simply put, you can’t buy this.”
Growing up, Mr. Mock often went around barefoot. Born and raised on the North Shore of Oahu, his father put him on his first surfboard when he was 2 years old. “I caught my first wave before I could swim,” he said.
He was home-schooled into his teenage years to accommodate peak surf hours. Around age 11, he also got into skateboarding. (“Pretty late,” he said.) By 16, he was making greater than $1,5,00 a month from skateboarding sponsorships. He then moved to California to pursue what he called his “skateboarding dreams.” (He did air quotes across the words “skateboarding dreams.”)
Hints of his modeling profession were scattered throughout the tidy two-bedroom, two-bathroom apartment. On his kitchen counter sat a Louis Vuitton purse — a brand for which he walked the runway in 2019. Within the corner of the front room, there was an overflowing Rimowa suitcase — the luxurious German luggage maker for which he wrote, co-produced and starred in a web based industrial last yr. It shows Mr. Mock skateboarding through Manhattan donning a Rimowa cross-body messenger bag as he recounts, in a voice-over narrative, a whirlwind romance with a lady he met outside a club in Barcelona. Entranced by her beauty, he speaks of impulsively buying her a ticket to accompany him to Paris. But a lost passport, a temporary stint in airport jail and six-hour flight delay put an end to the fling.
Across the room, by a stack of shoe boxes, what checked out first like a daily McDonald’s Completely happy Meal box, was, upon closer inspection, a box of Cactus Plant Flea Market x McDonald’s collectibles from the streetwear label’s limited-run release. The figurines (originally retailing around $10) were reportedly listed on eBay for over $25,000, though the costs have since dropped significantly.
Mr. Mock got up to wash his lint trap. “Let’s just get on some bikes,” he said.
He puts a number of mileage on his VanMoof e-bike. The day before, he rode uptown for a “Gossip Girl” A.D.R. (automated dialogue substitute) session, then back right down to the Lower East Side to ascertain out a Japanese whiskey bar he might put money into on Chrystie Street.
“We could go to Curbs,” Mr. Mock said, referring to a piece of Lafayette Street that has change into popular amongst Recent York skateboarders for the various curbs afforded by its triangular layout.
He began to get modified, switching his white T-shirt for a vintage dark gray Number Nine T-shirt. Above the chest pocket it had a small graphic of a speech bubble containing the word “cigarettes.” “It’s a Japanese brand that was illest back within the day,” Mr. Mock said of Number Nine. “Everyone in Japan knows what’s up.”
He placed on after which took off a hoodie of his own design, a boxy Wahine zip-up. On the front, the outline of a valentine heart surrounding a word that can’t be printed in The Recent York Times. “I drew it on my friend’s bathroom wall after which I took an image of it,” he said of the design’s origin.
He accomplished the outfit with a pair of dark-wash Palace jeans, Ambush edition Nike Air Adjust Force sneakers, a silver bomber jacket, a Palace hat and Isabel Marant sunglasses. Outside, he glided through Alphabet City on his next-gen smart-tech bike. Because the scenery swept by, he kept one hand within the pocket of the unzipped bomber.
Near the REI store, he swerved lithely across Houston Street to present a hello kiss to the photographer Gray Sorrenti, who happened to be passing by with the model-actress Blue Lindeberg. The prospect encounter took place directly across from the 55-by-75-foot Calvin Klein billboard where, one yr ago, Mr. Mock had appeared, smiling down at NoHo in nothing but black boxer briefs and thigh tattoos.
The following stop was Madhufalla, a juice and smoothie bar on Mulberry Street. Mr. Mock ordered his usual: a ginger shot and a wheatgrass shot. “Sweeter than you’d think,” he said. He downed each in the shop and ordered an açai berry almond milk smoothie to go.
Across the corner, at Curbs, he fist-bumped a few acquaintances before taking a seat on a bench. Between sips of the smoothie, he talked about “Gossip Girl.” The unique CW series, which ran from 2007 through 2012, was, he said, “before my time.” And when the showrunner of the HBO Max reboot, Joshua Safran, reached out to him about playing the a part of Aki Menzies, Mr. Mock had never acted.
“There have been a number of different firsts,” he said. “Once I first read the script, I believed there was nothing more opposite than my actual life. When it comes to living somewhere cold, going to a non-public school, all of the drama.”
He paused. Then picked up again: “It’s funny, because I never actually went to high school. However the character is largely me — besides being wealthy, going to a non-public school and living uptown in Recent York.”
On his first day of filming, he had to participate in a sex scene with Emily Alyn Lind, the actress who plays his girlfriend. The inherently awkward situation had the added discomfort of happening in September 2020. Between shots, the forged members wore K95 masks and plastic face coverings. During their downtime, the actors needed to isolate in a room by themselves until they were called back to the set. “But, truthfully, I’m sort of glad it happened like that, because we got the weird stuff out of the best way,” Mr. Mock said. “Hopefully, the whole lot from here on out might be somewhat bit quote-unquote normal.”
He watched a skateboarder wipe out in front of the bistro Jack’s Wife Freda. Ms. Lindeberg, the actress and model, walked by again. That is something Mr. Mock loves about Recent York: “You mainly don’t have any option but to see homies in all places you go,” he said. As if on cue, one other friend, the actor Nico Hiraga, rode up on a skateboard, joined shortly by one other skateboarding friend, George Hemp.
“We could go play pool,” Mr. Mock suggested.
Soon Mr. Hiraga and Mr. Hemp got Citi Bikes, and the group headed north. All three biked almost exclusively one-handed. The ride was punctuated by more run-ins. On St. Marks Place, Mr. Mock pulled over to hug his brand-deal agent, Jenelle Phillip, who was outdoor-dining at Cafe Mogador. On East tenth Street, at the sting of Tompkins Square Park, he stopped to talk with the skateboarding documentarian Greg Hunt, who was out together with his camera, attempting to make the most of the nice light. Mr. Mock said he had spotted other familiar faces within the 12-block journey, but he couldn’t pull over for everybody.
It was early evening by the point he and his friends reached the Ace Bar on East Fifth Street. “Meet the Fockers” was playing on the TV screen above the Skee-Ball machine.
“I like this movie,” Mr. Hiraga said, smiling. “I’m in my saga era.”
A couple of feet from the pool table, a person stood contrapposto, beer in a single hand, the opposite, adamantly on his hip. Mr. Mock said he tends to face similarly, in a sort of half-akimbo pose. Skateboarders have a certain way of holding themselves — Mr. Mock offered the word “feminine” to explain it, but then agreed that it’s more about fluidity, or a particular grace that comes from being in a continuing negotiation with gravity.
He added that he has broken each arm 3 times. In a single spill, he broke 4 fingers. What happens, he explained, is that you simply learn easy methods to fall.
“Should you watch skaters fall, it looks like Bruce Lee fighting water,” Mr. Mock said. “Falling in the identical certain kind of way, you get reflexes after some time. You may save yourself more often than not, but sometimes you possibly can’t.”
Is breaking bones scary?
“It just comes with it,” he said. “You expect it.”
He turned back to the pool table, adjusting his Palace jeans, which were roughly held up by a leather belt that he said he had gotten from “some random dude in Rome.”