In Honor of Jimmy Burke, One of the Best Men I’ve Ever Known
There has been a handful of influential people in my life who helped shape my character, inspired me to be a better man and made me laugh in the process. Jimmy Burke was one of them.
There has been a handful of influential people in my life who helped shape my character, inspired me to be a better man and made me laugh in the process. Jimmy Burke was one of them.
Based on what I’ve said, written, tweeted, etc., about cars, I seem to have cultivated the perception that I’m anti-car. I’m not. It would be more accurate to say that I’m simply not a fan of cars in the city. I’ve got absolutely no problem with people getting cars on intelligent car leasing for them to drive around.
I get a lot of pressure from brands and readers alike that I have to try this suit maker, check out those shirts, review that company, take a look at this label, yada yada yada. But these days, almost every Tom, Dick and Watchmaker likes to play the ‘luxury’ card, framing their wares as premium goods for bros who want to look like they’re killing it.
My problem is that I’m neither a “luxury” person nor a person who needs or wants a lot of stuff. When it comes to solicitations that land in my inbox, I understand the confusion. Between the tailored suits, shirts, ties and shoes, I probably present like a luxury person, even though I’m not. But these are hyper-casual times where a shirt with a collar, pants that aren’t denim and shoes that aren’t sneakers are considered “dressing up.”
Over the past weekend, I had the privilege of attending the birthday celebration of an old family friend who has been part of my entire life and a big part of many lives for a lot longer than that. As Jack McGinty turns 90 this week, his children, with whom I grew up, threw him a fantastic surprise party at the venerable Cleveland Yachting Club. I had a great time catching up and reconnecting with old friends and acquaintances I hadn’t seen in decades.
Grown men trying to look young is tragic. Spending tons of money to fix the problem is unnecessary.
An elegy for Cyril, one of my best friends and one of my favorite people, who died today.
As a man and a brand, Tom Ford is an elegant, sophisticated and masterful curator of what looks good and what turns us on.
To most Clevelanders, the idea of going without a car is crazy. Not to me.
Glenn O'Brien influenced my approach to life, style and creativity immeasurably.
I get an email every morning from a popular online men’s magazine. It’s a digest of their newest content, consisting of posts about rare luxury cars, liquor, gear, getaways and whatnot. It’s bro porn.
Here’s the problem: I don’t drink, I neither have nor really want a car, and I don’t have any money. And I’m guessing that at least 99.99999% of the men on this website’s mailing list do not have the money for 99.99999% of the featured gear and getaways either. On rare occasions, the editors feature something fantastic that is actually affordable, which is nice.
So why don’t I unsubscribe? Well…