Nigel’s gear is always rad and somehow riddled with both peculiar and practical details but part of me wants this damn garment to make its mind up of whether it’s a shirt or a jacket (or indigo or camo for that matter). I guess bi-polar shirt-jackets are dope but I’m waiting on my boy Nigel to drop some schizophrenic underwear-pants conveniently named, “Commando Trousers.”
From End, “Inspired by pieces from his personal collection of original military clothing, which numbers over 4000 rare pieces, the Classic Shirt Jacket like everything in Nigel Cabourn’s Authentic collection is designed with particular reverence to authentic details. Constructed from a lightweight cotton canvas, this incredible respect for the production techniques of the past extends into this jackets authentic details, such as detachable buttons, utilitarian pocket set up and archive camouflage print.”
More info and photos at End.
These Indy’s are named after Union Hill, a historic neighborhood in Richmond that has a mix of antebellum, Victorian, classical revival, and modern architecture. I’m named after the movie, Jeremiah Johnson, a 1972 western where Robert Redford plays a jaded veteran of the Mexican War who retreats to the mountains only to find shit go down with a bunch of Native Americans. It’s suppose to be some kind of true story based on some dude named Liver-Eating Johnson, which is appropriate, since I love foie gras.
From NS, “Alden’s signature “Indy” Work Boot, made exclusively for Need Supply Co. Hand crafted from smooth tan colored suede, with a double oak tanned leather outsole and a natural storm welt Goodyear stitching.”
More photos and info at Need Supply.
Ordered and returned these Nike Killshot sneakers and I’m super sad they didn’t work out for me. My beef was in the flat leather toe box, which was a little uncomfortable but don’t let my fucked up feet ruin it for you. Still in love with the overall look and the rubber gum soles add extra cool points. And coming in at a cool 70$, they won’t break the bank, unless of course your bank is still being stored in a ceramic pig.
Hit up J.Crew for more info.
Anytime I have to wear a thick ass scarf to survive some Siberian shit, I always miss lightweight scarves. While heavier fabrics like wool might keep you warm, they also can be itchy and look bulky wrapped around one’s neck. There is something about the tousled and unkempt way a lighter weight scarf drapes gently around a man’s neck with a devil-may-care elegance that a thicker material cannot reproduce.
Thankfully spring isn’t too far down the road and these new scarves from GK maintain that rare balance of minimal feel that can be paired with anything in your wardrobe yet is distinct enough to stand out from the crowd of loud and obnoxious plaids that too often flood the scarf scene.
Head over to GK for more details.
It’s no longer about finding prints that help us hide from the animal kingdom (see camo) but identify with it (see zebra print above). Just get a better hair cut than dude the seen above. Shit looks awful.
Zebra at Très Bien.
Are you tired of dumpster diving secondhand stores for old military-grade, camo attire? Sounds like an infomercial doesn’t it. Well, this coat looks like it should be sold on one. Spent the last hour looking up the countries who clothe their military in blue camouflage. Can’t find any except G.I. Joe.
I’ve always liked Carhartt and I think they have enough street cred to expand their product line to include more than just roadside construction wear (see Carhartt + A.P.C. collab). Personally, I have owned a Carhartt jacket for about 10 years and the damned thing still fits me like a cardboard box. But kudos to Carhartt for serving the 1% of their customer base looking for a hipper, slimmer version of the Carhartt classic that comes in the color combo “Camo Island and Metro Blue.”
Coming standard on this bad boy are luxurious features: 100% cotton, chest and side pockets, corduroy collar. Shit you not, pockets AND a collar. The only thing truly missing is Kayne’s face embroidered between the shoulder blades, but I’m sure you know a good tailor. New rule: friends don’t let friends wear camo anymore.
Army crawl to End Clothing for more info and to Hail to the Victors!
Maybe it’s just me but there’s something a little sacrilegious about being able to acquire Jordan 1’s in the same manner as one might approach a choose your own adventure coloring book. But at the same damn time, I’m really into it and flat out love the all white and all black versions of the inaugural shoe that pretty much started it all. And while I typically make it a rule to stick to the original variations when it comes to J’s, it feels good to break a rule every once and awhile.
More colors and info at Nike.