You know that feeling of joy when you are reunited with best friends who always greet with you a warm, bear-like slap on the back followed by a quick rub to diffuse the gentle sting? That’s how I feel when the Midwestyle reunites.
We got together in St. Louis for our good man Patrick’s wedding. If you’re from Missouri or have Missouri friends, you know Kansas City hates St. Louis. And that St. Louis hates Kansas City right back. Or maybe it’s just our friends have this thing with their hometown pride.
Either way, Patrick, a Kansas City boy, met Emmy, a St. Louis girl, and forged peace between the Montagues and Capulets of KC-STL—at least for the time being. Naturally, we brought our favorite Kansas City goods with us to this
wretched great city!
Actually, we just found all of these belongings in our car. Let’s be honest: You need to take some hometown swag with you wherever you go. We chose Boulevard Pale Ale, KC Baldwin hat and a throwback “Wizards” jersey.
But really “St. Louis” people, do you actually live in St. Louis? Nope, you live in Chesterfield, West County or Kirkwood. We, on the other hand, actually have mailing addresses that say “Kansas City” not “Lee’s Summit” or “Overland Park.” Represent.
The Three Madras Amigos showing our St. Louis denizens how we feel. Everyone loves a meaningless, mildly offensive middle-school gesture.
Noteworthy details: My no-break chinos and “Lexington” wingtips by Florsheim.
Noteworthy detail: Seth’s thrifted woven and stitched loafers by Giorgio Brutini.
Noteworthy detail: The “KC” welt and felt hat by Baldwin Denim.
On Cameron: pink, fuchsia and orange
Photography by Jarred Donalson.