Philadelphia
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Jacket- Apolis Chore Jacket
Tie- Ovadia & Sons
Jeans- Jean Machine
Boots- To Boot New York
Eyewear- John Ruvin Co.
First Snow of the Season
The snow has begun to fall in Grand Haven, MI.
Dots of white falling, landing gently on branches, collecting atop heads of hair, whirring past in a blur.
Canada Goose- Moraine Shell Jacket
John Ruvin- Grant Eyewear
Hudson Jeans- Sartor Skinny Jeans
CAT Footwear- Colorado Boot
Staring at the waves, past the grey and into it you can see the infinite universe. The fence seems a feeble attempt at warning.
'Don't wander too far!'
Because if you aren't careful you could walk into the grey, past the waves, into the infinite universe.
Hanhart- Pioneer MonoControl
In the snow there is beauty, especially when a gorgeous woman walks the white washed beaches of Grand Haven with you. Ruth looked so stunning with rosy cheeks and nose against a pale grey and white day.
Walking a round about path to Aldea Coffee. It's the best place to get coffee in Grand Haven.
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Canada Goose- Moraine Shell Jacket
John Ruvin- Grant Eyewear
Hudson Jeans- Sartor Skinny Jeans
CAT Footwear- Colorado Boot
Hanhart- Pioneer MonoControl
On the Grand River
Ruth and I moved out to Grand Haven, MI for the winter.
Yes, I know the timing is horrible considering the fierceness of the wind and the precipitation along the east side of the Lake Michigan shore. But just imagine the potential beauty - Ice strewn, sandy beaches, white rapids along white shore lines, snow speckled sunsets on an infinite horizon.
For now, until the snow begins to fall, we are having fun on the docks and the beaches and watching the waves crash onto the shore, blue and grey as they reflect the pattern of clouds against the blue streaked sky.
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Everything I'm wearing in this shoot is available for purchase. (except this Target sweater, but you know they always have great options)
Andre Phillipe
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It was all anticipation. It was all cherubic giddiness. It was all patient waiting for my suit to arrive.
And it did arrive. Not in the 4-6 week estimation, it was more like 8 weeks. That's 2 months for those of you counting. But the waiting wasn't a problem, it was the anticipation that got to me.
My full Andre Phillipe Inc experience was great. The guys at the Dallas based clothier are all down to earth, good natured gentlemen. Being in the service industry requires cheerful dispositions but it didn't seem an obligation to these men, it was their honest reaction to the beauty of life.
I had been measured for a suit one time prior to my experience with the Andre Phillipe crew so my ability to assess the difference is limited. That qualification aside this was the best suiting experience I've ever had!
I'm sure there are always more details that could be enveloped by the bespoke process but the measurement experience with Andre Phillipe provides the feeling that one is fully in charge of his appearance.
Helpful guidance is suggested when needed, but full creative control is seceded to the measured, not the measurer.
Next time I would probably skip the 'Sunflowerman' monogram. I've never liked the look of a sewn monogram and yet I second guessed myself in the decisive moment. No matter. When I lose the suit it won't be difficult for the finder to get in touch.
When the measuring was complete I went on my way. My stay in Dallas was only a week and then I was off to Delaware.
2 weeks pass, 4 weeks pass, 6 weeks pass and I am flush with anticipation.
New York Fashion Week is coming up, after that, PROJECT show. In my mind it would have been a perfect debut for my new Andre Phillipe suit.
Alas it did arrive, shortly after my return to Delaware from New York.
My excitement not diluted by the passing of fashion week and PROJECT, I ripped open the packaging to find my joy inside.
I'm sure my joy in a new suit is unfounded. In my own mind I cannot explain away the satisfaction. What joy can there be in cloth? What satisfaction does a suit provide that the simple joy of being alive cannot? Shouldn't I humbly accept the clothing with the knowledge that no suit lasts, no shoe lasts, no clothing is forever?
Why does an existential question hang over me in the midst of my excitement?
