Good afternoon, friends. It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood...hope you got out and voted where you are- I was up early in the am to cast mine. 'Tis a new day in NYC so bring it on. I know many are lamenting the loss of a certain billionaire, but meh. Not me. Change is good and before this city turns into a full on posh theme park (it already has), let's get back to a little soulfulness and character.
Besides that, I was looking in my inbox this am and got an email from the brilliant Buck Mason, an outfit for mens clothes that skews sort of grown up garanimals- you get a package of items for one set price delivered to your door for a complete look, or buy separates as you wish. Think packaged basics of all the things a grown ass man needs- a great tee, some khakis, a good button down. You know. The basics. I find myself drawn to a man who dresses on the simpler side- with a nice watch or some great socks to accessorize. And though I appreciate a dandy, I'm more of a jeans and tee shirt type when it comes to what I like a man to wear. That's just me.
This month's collection is all about embodying Kerouac, one of the hottest, broodiest, maddest ones to ever have lived. I am a huge fan of his sullen yet exuberant anti-style situation, and it's no secret how much I adore his work, even if it makes me a walking cliche. "On The Road" changed the game when I read it in high school- from that point on, I wanted to get out there with the crazies and live LIFE, man.
And Kerouac kept it simple (may of you will recall that Kerouac wore khakis- as we learned in that genius Gap campaign of years ago)- so it's no surprise this six pack is all about real clothes for real dudes- a wardrobe to write a great American stream of conscience novel while consumed by mescaline and cheap booze by. Yup. Love.
The package contains:
A chino. A chambray button down. A white oxford. A black hoodie. A navy polo. A light grey tee. And all made in America. All you need in addition is some wanderlust, some hopes, some dreams, and a pal called Dean. Oh, and an Underwood to write it all down. And most definitely, a sweet ride. After all, you gotta go and never stop going till you get here. That's what life's all about, right? Dress accordingly. Cause that's what's up this Jack of a Tuesday on a new day in NYC. Jazz soundtrack not included. Let's get lost . Snap Snap. Yours, in beatnik ethos. XO