Clint Eastwood and his ’58 Jaguar XK-1505
True motor know-how is lacking these days. Chances are if you are glancing down at something the way Mr. Eastwood is, it’s because your TiVo failed you once again. The days of greasy rags existing simply for the sake of greasy rags existing are long gone. Get your hands dirty like Dirty Harry. Take it apart, put it together, rub the sweat from your brow, and sigh. We live in a world where we have other people fix our problems. Do it right. Prepare to get grimy, rub those paws together and jump right in.
Va-Va-Vroom. Last Friday, TGT was invited to the ultra private Monticello Motor Club on behalf of UrbanDaddy’s DRIVEN to spend a day with Porsche. Enlisted to take to the road with their supercars and give our stylistic impressions on the day and the performance of the Stuttgart-bred machines, we attended with swagger characteristic of the gentleman motorist. A quick helicopter ride to upstate New York out of downtown Manhattan and we would soon be on the ground with some of the fastest land based creations for miles around. For the full article head on over to UrbanDaddy’s DRIVEN.
The second installment of our denim journey by the hand of RRL Raw denim is at hand. Today we feature the same previously photographed jeans, however after 6 months of continuous wear. Crotch blow out imminent. Given that we plan on wearing these RRLs till they start falling off, we enlisted the support of NY based Denim Therapy for their reinforcement and rehabilitation. In the third installment of our denim journey, we will take a look at the work behind Denim Therapy that has brought its name into the public conscious, at least among individuals who invest serious coin in their jeans. More to come.
The Veuve Clicquot Polo Classic was in full swing Sunday on Governor’s Island. As the influx of people created a sprawling line spilling onto the streets of the FDR highway, thousands of New Yorkers gathered for the highly anticipated event. Greeting the attendees was snap happy Bill Cunningham at the entrance of the Battery Maritime Building documenting the peacockers, the dandies, the curious and the avid equestrian aficionado. Fortunately we knew exactly who we were – the equestrian enthusiast.
Opening the event was none other than the gent from the land down under, Mr. Hugh Jackman as Master of Ceremonies. After a few words by himself and the US VSP President, a stellar match between Black Watch and Team Veuve Cliquot was underway. Argentinean Polo star and face of Ralph Lauren, Señor Ignacio “Nacho” Figueras was present as team Capitan and all around ladies man barreling down the field with fancy-mallet-work atop his polo pony. Ladies swooned and the bubbly flowed freely. At half time the field was flooded with spectators to stamp down the hooved divots and grass caps. After a feuded match, the Black Watch polo team took the gold with a 6-5 victory.
Overall, the range of attire was diverse stretching from Figueras-Polo-Ad inspired style and period Gatsbyesque flare. Waist coats, saddle shoes, brogues and club collars dotted the style scene in what proved to be eclectic flore and fauna for the advanced people watcher. As for ourselves, we grew nostalgic of our horse mounted days at the Haras La Alhambra horse breeding facility and the South American equestrian culture. Granted, our experience is with Arabian and Andalusian horses, but we drew appreciation from all of our quadriped companions regardless of blood lines on Sunday. As such, we end with the appreciation of the nimble polo pony and the skilled horseman, Ignacio Figueras and his natural sense of horsemanship. More photos to follow.
Only Jack Nicholson could do any harm (or good) with a dollar in hand. A light tweed sport coat and a young Angelica Huston can get you in the swankiest of social functions, of course a prize winning grin is half the battle. And to be honest, it was a battle won before it began. Dress fresh, wear a smile and tip well. If you’re on the post recession budget constraint, be gratuitous with your compliments – Nicholson says it best:
“Just let the wardrobe do the talking.”
– Jack Nicholson (2002)
Few men knew how to stick it to the man like Boy’s Republic alum Steve McQueen. Known for his incorrigible bad boy attitude and troubled youth, Mcqueen was admitted to the California Chino Hills Boy’s Republic at age 15.
Fast forward 17 years later, he struts back in with the swagger he had the first day he set foot in the boy’s academy. With a silk pocket square, skinny silk knit tie, and white button-collar shirt in hand, he was there to visit his young alum. To that day and on, he maintained amicable rapport with the academy and provided friendship to the rowdy youngin’s. Performing regular visits and allegedly responding to every piece of mail addressed to the Bad Boy graduate himself, his run in’s with the academy were frequent and evolved into his own scholarship fund to the excelling roughneck academic.
Still breakin’ the rules, he returns to smoke a cigarette in his old dorm room while entertaining the boys and getting to know his youthful pen pals. Browse the following pictures by veteran Life Photographer John Dominis and digest where attitude and style meet at a crossroad for a full on collision of cool. And if anyone ever tells you, you can’t wear a tie with a button-collar shirt just say, “Yes, I can, I learned it at the Boy’s Republic”.
Being the denimheads that we are, we decided to try our luck on a different make of highly regarded denim. Procured from the establishment of Ralph Lauren’s RRL store, the denim at hand is a thicker more supple denim. Made in the good ole’ US of A, in comparison to its French and Japanese cohorts, the selvage denim comes unmercerized and unsanforized. This means the indigo is not painted on the cotton, and that it is not chemically treated to avoid shrinkage. The denim comes in its virgin state with its trademark racing stripe that is only visible with a turned up cuff, indicating its selvage denim DNA.