I jumped back onto the saddle this week after a brief but fantastic trip to Palm Beach, Florida last weekend. I have a client down there who showed me the ropes in their little universe both in Palm Beach and in the charming town of Lake Worth.
Winter in the north is a bitch. In terms of smart and effective outerwear, an alarming number of men I observe are ill-prepared. I don’t know if it comes from lack of thought or some hyped sense of virility, but these same men are also felled by colds, flu and other debilitating winter ailments that negate the “I’m too tough for hats, gloves, heavy coats and boots” idea. When it’s 10ºF with snow on the ground, a fleece zip-up and sneakers don’t cut it.
I have to admit that I think of galoshes as something worn only by old men. In some circles, galoshes are referred to as “overshoes” or “rubbers,” which is much more fun to say. But as it its with many tried and true ways and means (think safety razors, classic rules of tailoring and other rehashes of things that have been around forever), the old men are on to something.
This episode is about a fabulous Ethiopian restaurant I discovered in Cleveland, my new (old) Harris Tweed and the joys and challenges of furnishing my new apartment.
Once these gorgeous, original, one-of-a-kind airline posters are gone, they're gone...
"I tend to like the classic rules of traditional men's wear." - Tom Ford
Everyone told me I'd need a car. I'm still not feeling it.
According to George Frazier in Esquire in 1960, Walter Halle was one of the best-dressed men in the U.S.
Almost a year after leaving New York, my new life as a Clevelander is really just beginning.
Whether you love him or loathe him, one must acknowledge Hefner's contribution to our freedom of speech.