Showing posts with label Colorado. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Colorado. Show all posts

03 November 2014

Don't Forget

Colorado Springs, 1974

Vote

25 February 2013

Brooks Brothers: Don't Bogart the Red Fleece

Red Fleece Fall 2013 - Twenty Somethings (age or waist)


Scissor to fly proximity


1975

Colorado Springs


Mercer & Sons, 2010


Go Army (far left)

Jay Kos, 2008


Red Fleece sounds like a $6 Algerian Cabernet I picked up at Costco but it's actually  Brooks Brothers new line for the younger customer. The one I'm too old to write for.  Most of it speaks to the, Leave-it-to-Beaver cuffed jean, Red Wing, Jethro-Bodine gingham dude that inhabits New York City right now. I suspect we'll be seeing red sheep monogrammed watch caps any season. 

This is a line, unlike "Own Make," that is all about tweak. And I understand young men not wanting to dress like their fathers. Rather, they want to dress like their grandfathers, smoke Marlboro Lights, hand out engraved, "Fuck Off" business cards and call themselves photographers while pictures on their Tumblers were shot by some dead guy 40 years ago. But...

There's a segment of the 2013 Fall/Winter line that takes me back to high school in Colorado where there was a Wonder Bread infatuation with the mountains, John Denver shirts (Fuck Yeah John Denver Tumbler)  and Vasque rock climbing boots --  Mine were 85% Valrhona dark chocolate with bright red laces.

Throw on a Eddie Bauer down vest or better, an REI parka shell and you were ready for a drive through Garden of the Gods at lunch in a Camaro with a nickel bag and a six of Schlitz Tall Boys while a Craig 8-Track cranked out Pink Floyd's, The Dark Side of the Moon.

A couple years ago, I was invited to view the Ralph Lauren rig rooms at 650 Madison. One had the REI / Colorado aesthetic complete with waffle stompers, down vests, parka shells, crampons -- There was even an old SVEA stove. You gotta love their attention to detail.

In all honesty, I looked at Waffle Stomper Red Fleece with a great deal of nostalgia and didn't ask where it was made or where the goods were from.  I marveled at the needlecords and how something, not only of a time, but of a place like Colorado,  had been brought back... to a show room in Brooks Brothers. Sadly, Red Fleece is not for a 38" waist and 30" inseam but that's okay.  Crank up Pink Floyd, roll up the car windows and it's 1975 again -- When no seemed to bogart or roll up their jeans.

11 March 2011

A Parting Shot

1970 Photo of Santa Lucia Mountains by Aroid

I lived out west during my early years as an Army Brat. My recollections are of desert and mountains before moving east in 1965. This Kodachrome wakes long forgotten memories of what my father always claimed, "The west-er the better." Looking at this I almost believe him.

We moved to Ft Carson when I was 15 and would go camping in the mountains west of Colorado Springs. Hiking in the hills -- I'd look out at a spot miles away. Maybe a lone pine tree. I'd head for that tree, and when I got there, hours later, I'd look back from where I came and in that moment I was hugely moved.

I don't remember why or maybe I just didn't understand. When I first saw this sunset I realized I didn't have to understand. It was the moment that was everything.