The Trad

One classic deserves another. I've always had a thing for the martini. But it's all about the details. For me, it has to be gin and ...

From the 1968 Yackety Yack.

Trad Sister (actually she's more Bohemian than Trad) found a belt that was given to her by Trad Grandmother (actually she was more Conti...

"You should feel that, under the right conditions, all women would be available. Maybe it would cost a lot of money, maybe it's a ...

I remember walking into Cordings the first time. With very little money but with some sense I thought, "This is what Ralph Lauren cou...

I started drinking the Americano in the early 90s. It was the perfect cocktail with the boss or the in-laws. Or when you had to stay sober....

London has always shamed the States in many ways. Here's a guy passing the Laura Ashley store some years ago. Cutest sales girls in that...

The Blucher Moccasin circa 1988. This was taken in British Columbia. God's country, eh. A favorite shoe of mine and I should never hav...

The Springfield Rifle belt was sold for years by LL Bean. Based on the sling from the '03 Springfield 30-06, this simple belt not only ...

Mr. Ades passed away in his sleep last Sunday. He was 75. I would see him at Union Square and across the street from Bloomingdales slicing c...

The Gulf Foxtrot (girlfriend) took me to see Black Watch last Fall. It's been four months and I still can't get this play outta my h...

There's a whole lot going on over at Michael William's blog, "A Continuous Lean." Michael's a good kid. He's a sm...

Who needs to buy anything when a Trad can shake his (or her) closet loose for sartorial change.

Pretty impressive invite, huh? Actually, "Joe Shit the Rag Man" can score this. You want to be at opening night. Last night I walk...