18 September 2012

The Italian Department Store...at 346 Madison Ave.



























Brooks Brothers has some challenges. My experience, as an employee with the company in the '80s, was that it was a lot like working for the federal government. Bloated with mostly incompetent management, it didn't really matter because the product sold itself. My customer wasn't 'sold' discreet rep ties, the perfect button down, cordovan tassel slip-ons, gray flannel sack suits, a fur felt hat or a fly front raincoat as much as it sold itself.

Recently, Charlie Davidson of the Andover Shop told me Brooks Brothers 'is dead' adding, "it looks like an Italian department store." Charlie's onto something and in more ways than one. While plenty of blame is frequently fired at Marks & Spencer (1988-2001) for almost tanking the company -- the Italians in Milan may just finish the job.

The problem is, the Brooks Brothers look doesn't look so Brooks Brothers anymore. That's not to say it looks bad -- Just Italian. See the extreme cut of a gray suit worn with a rich brown shoe. Bright trendy ties with tapered shirts worn by men who smoke too much, feel each others lapels and insist you open yourself to their culture but refuse to acknowledge yours.

Men who go shopping with each other and wear multi-colored dental floss on their wrists. Fashion is their 'get' and Italy is on a roll. But the bright colors, so loved now, will only annoy these fellas in a matter of months and like a lumbosacral sprain... they'll be back. But will Brooks Brothers, as we know it, be here?

In three years Brooks will celebrate 100 years in the 346 Madison building. In just six years, BB celebrates their bicentennial. What an amazing accomplishment. The question is, will it be Brooks Brothers or something else?

17 September 2012

Black Fleece: A Step Back

What would happen if you stopped by Chipp in '77 and were on Psilocybin mushrooms



No. 1, Canvas goods perfect for a green beret on leave in Cologne, Panama



No. 2, Pique cotton dinner jacket for L.A. public relayo



No. 3, Foreign Service Officer and grad of Bryn Mawr who thinks you went to Haverford



No. 4, Honeymoon with FSO in British Virgin Islands.



No. 5, Insurance broker at captive seminar in Hamilton, Bermuda



No. 6, On the terrace with R.O.P. at Renato's in Palm Beach



No. 8, Steve Martin & Dan Aykroyd visit the Cork & Clever restaurant in Ft Wayne



No. 10, The coolest dress ever...


...goes with this seersucker. Wear to a friend's wedding -- or, your own.

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14 September 2012

FIT Ivy Style Exhibit

Michael Bastian (Fall 2012)


Chipp Madras Jacket (1970)


Locker Room


McGregor Argyle Vest (1956), Macy's Tie (1956-1959)


Tweed Jackets from Richard Press Collection


Ibid

Ibid


Tartan Patch Wool Jacket


Dorm Room designed by Richard Press


The Bible


Princeton 25th Reunion Blazer


Ralph Lauren Suede Tassel Loafers (1980)


RL Polo Coat (1980)


The ladies who curate

With nothing to sell but a book, FIT's Patricia Mears along with Richard Press and G. Bruce Boyer created a soulful exhibit of Ivy curio, historical apparel and contemporary attire through the likes of Michael Bastian, Ralph Lauren, Jeffrey Banks and Brooks Brothers.

But it's Chipp, Tripler and Press that caught my eye not to mention the school blazers and evening wear from the early 2oth century. The heart of it extends from its profit free purpose. No one is selling on this floor. Although, I wish I could buy that Chipp Madras jacket.

It's refreshing to see apparel as public art. Going to look just for the sake of looking and learning while not consuming the hype that is the constant 'Ca-ching' of New York Fashion Week. I find it peaceful here.

J. Press & Little Lord Fauntleroy











The late 19th Century - A train makes its way across the American West. Inside a passenger car, a woman, in Victorian dress and Ostrich plumed hat, holds a toy poodle in her lap with one hand while waving the air with the other.

Seated across from her is a man in a three piece suit smoking a cigar. He sees her waving and stands to open the train window. Sitting back down, she continues to wave despite the smoke rushing out the window.

Frustrated, she lunges at the man, yanks the cigar out of his mouth and throws it out the window. Returning to her seat she looks out the window with smug satisfaction. Frustrated, he lunges at the woman, takes her dog and throws it out the window.


The J Press venture with Ovadia & Sons, known as York Street, has resulted in a toy poodle. Press, once wise and understated, has been doing a lot of co-branding -- Ovadia, while a great looking and classic line, never seemed like a good value to me. It's in that land of $300 alpha sized shirts and $75 surcingle belts.

J. Press always needed a younger line in much the same way Brooks Brothers offered Brooksgate and the University Shop; Slimmer fitting and lower priced, usually as much as 30-50%. It was also a way to get the customer at a young age and keep him for the rest of his life.

While I expect only the most severe 25 year old to latch onto Press sack jackets -- The key is gonna be price and so far ain't no one talking what the prices are. Lastly, it is with great humility that I pass on this one word of advice. Edit.

Tricked out from straw boater head to Tretorn foot and madras-ed within an inch of your life isn't going to do much for you or your social life other than show a lack of imagination and perhaps testicle size. You're gonna need big ones to wear these rigs.

Frankly, I think the Yale Street models look an awful lot like Little Lord Fauntleroy. You may want to catch Freddie Batholomew's 1936 turn as the Lord before investing too heavily. Here, I posted the entire movie for you. My favorite part is when he gets his bike.