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midweSTYLE: Lost

Some of you are probably thinking, “Who is this guy again?” After all, it must feel like you haven’t seen me in a month of Sundays. Where have I been, you ask? Long story short, I spent about four weeks in the smokey hills of North Carolina, making new lifelong friends and perusing the city of Asheville in a 12 passenger van. It was an incredible joy, but I’m also pumped to be back in Kansas City, at the Midwestyle office. And no, that doesn’t actually exist. Or does it?
FIRST THINGS FIRST: The newest additions to my closet are a few Gitman Vintage shirts that I scored at a freshly opened Saks Fifth Avenue OFF 5th at Legends Outlets in Kansas City, Kansas. With the combination of some opening-event special discounts and a few other tricks, I ended up scoring two for about a hundred dollars. Considering they both retail for around $165 per, it felt like Christmas. Or my birthday. Or like I was stealing something.

My favorite part about wearing or using something over and over again is to see how well it ages. My Vans, Baldwin Denim, and Duluth Pack are all developing their own characteristics that make putting them on or throwing it over my shoulder a different experience week to week, month to month. I love products that have the quality and longevity to take on a distinct life of their own (note: those are also the products I’m also willing to shell out more cash for). Sorry mom, I know I should be saving, or something like that (note #2: my mom reads the Midwestyle religiously. You da best, mom!).

In other, unrelated news, I lost my Timex and Corter for Japan bracelet somewhere in the state of North Carolina. That said, I find myself in between watches and without any leather on my wrist, the feeling of which, I must say, I had grown quite fond of. The search has begun for replacements. Like this. And this. More suggestions are welcome.

LASTLY: Because I feel like things are meant to be shared.

On Cameron: Kurabo 77‘s (Standard Style, $198) by Baldwin Denim, size 31; s/s madras shirt (Saks OFF 5th @ Legends Outlets, over 50 percent off) by Gitman Vintage, size medium; Authentics (online, $40) by Vans, size 10; “Preston” eyeglasses (online, $95) by Warby Parker; waxed canvas “Wanderer” backpack (online, $215) by Duluth Pack; ratty woven belt (thrifted, $4)


Photos by my good friend Jarred Donalson

THRIFTY THURSDAY: A. P. (pre) C. (iate)

Guess who finally bought his first suit? This guy.
Your first suit should be one that fits you. That’s first and foremost.
Your first suit should be altered to your body with the help of a tailor.
Your first suit should be probably be grey because you can dress it up and dress it down with separates. Black is always formal—think: weddings and funerals—and navy may be a little too casual for a black-tie event, because we all know I’m invited to black-tie events so often…
Well, I bought a midnight navy one, and it fits me perfectly off the rack. Hat’s off to you, A.P.C., for making such a finely tailored suit that fits a 6’2″ man with a 36″ chest, girlishly small arms and a terribly long inseam.
Seth’s note: Uh, Jeff, where are the photos of the suit?
Jeff: Wait, you thought after all that talk I was actually going to show you photos of the whole thing?

Should you want to copy this look, you can pick up the white denim A.P.C.’s website and a similar T-shirt.

I snagged up the suit (pants not shown) along with the white denim from Nordstrom during their Men’s Half Yearly Sale. Unfortunately, the item isn’t shown on the website, but you can get it at BlackBird or on A.P.C.’s website with matching trousers. A suit, ta-da!

On Jeff: Two-button jacket (Nordstrom, 60 percent off) by A.P.C., small; white denim (Nordstrom, 60 percent off) by A.P.C., size 28; shrunken T-shirt (gift from a friend because he accidentally shrunk it) by A.P.C., large but fits like a small; refurbished boat shoe (Nordstrom Rack, $25) by Sperry Topsider, size 11; canvas dip-dyed industrial tote (eBay, $100) by Jack Spade; nylon camper watch (Amazon, $18) by Timex.

midweSTYLE: Yves dropping

Anthony: “Okay, this pose is good, Jeff. You look like a tool, and the city looks dope.

Anthony: “Good, now go ahead and step forward, and let me grab a shot of Seth.”

And apparently, I look my best post-nut-tap gasping for air and making sure nothing ascended into my stomach.

Oh hello, rain clouds.

I love monochromatic looks with details. And Seth hates and designer brands. So I put him in one. And this photoshoot worked.

On Jeff: Woven button-down shirt by Levi’s; striped undershirt by American Apparel; shorts with hidden anchors by J.CREW; thrifted woven loafers by Allen Edmonds; industrial canvas dip-dyed tote by Jack Spade; thrifted woven leather belt.

On Seth: Thrifted knit polo (Rad Vintage) by Yves Saint Laurent; five-pocket trousers (Bloomingdales) by Marc by Marc for Marc with Marc in Marc Jacobs; canvas oxfords courtesy of Vans.

TRAVEL: A magical Saturday roadtrip

June 4 was a busy day. Like a driving-across-the-state-of-Missouri kind of day with lots of stops along the way and a little hop over to Kansas. (Map of our gallivanting and peregrinations.)

9 a.m.:
Jeff: Wake up in Columbia from wedding-dancing-coma and shacking at 1613 for the last time. I call my mother because I’m a good son (that, and I’m driving—you always gotta make those check-in phone calls when you’ve got a good commute). She tells me that she and Bill (step-dad) are going to NASCAR like any good Midwestern, blue-collar family does on a Saturday. They have extra tickets. I say, “Hell yes.”
Seth: Wake up in Joplin and ignore Jeff’s phone calls and demands. (Editor’s note: because he is legitimately busy with reporting on tragedy and devastation.)
Cam: Sleeping.

11 a.m.:
Jeff: Stop by my favorite place in Independence, Cargo Largo. It’s the island of misfit toys with sweet finds, like Sperrys, Jack Spade dopp kits and Clarks.
Seth: Car troubles. Turns out his car just needed a little T.L.C. Come on, Seth. Don’t go chasing waterfalls.
Cam: Sleeping.

12 a.m.:
Jeff: Go back to my homestead and consume various forms of food that I won’t buy for myself.
Seth: Back on the road.
Cam: Still sleeping.

1 p.m.:
Jeff: Hop in Seth’s car.
Seth: Let Jeff hop in Seth’s car.
Cam: Get up to go pee and then go back to bed.

2 p.m.:
Jeff & Seth: Arrive at Kansas Speedway and drink beer.

My thrifted brown woven and wine fringe leather loafers by Allen Edmonds.

At the end of the race, the winner does a little dance.

4 p.m.:

Drive to Columbia, surprise our friend Kimberly at “the Winery.” We sneak out back and romp around in the vineyards.

Straw fedora with chambray trim ($14) by Target; thrifted shirting; khaki shorts by J.Crew ($20); thrifted woven loafers ($4) by Allen Edmonds; thrifted woven leather belt ($1); watch ($18) by Timex.

Shirting ($30) by J.Crew.

5 p.m.:
Eat a pint of Lavender Honey from Sparky’s. Lament the fact all the cicada ice cream would be gone. (But not to worry; there would be plenty of cicadas later.)

This is the only ice cream you need to eat. Lavender Honey. It will change your life.

7 p.m.:

Leave Columbia and head to a pool party.

9 p.m.:

Arrive in St. Louis. Hop in the pool.
10 p.m.:
Someone pushes Seth over the edge and he eats a cicada.
11 p.m.:
To Duffy’s! Kirkwood’s frattest finest.
The early-morning hours of the next day:
@katiestipo and @emlew: “What are you doing, Jeff? Carrying your shorts like a school boy?”
@jeffkies: “Yeah….”

Thrifted shirting ($3); floral board shorts ($40) by EVER; blue lobster shorts (gift); thrifted woven belt ($1); canvas tote by Filson; waxed dopp kit ($50) by Jack Spade.

THE GOOD GUYS: (Patio) Seth on Wrightwood

Meet (Patio) Seth.
He’s a recent graduate from Tel Aviv University (you know, in Israel) with a degree in Public Policy and a double minor in long-boarding and vagabonding. Between schooling and world traveling, Seth’s been using his green thumb and spending a few weekends in Chicago before he embarks on another journey. He’s headed out west to Colorado on a fellowship handling public affairs at an alternative high school. Oddly enough, I met Seth two weeks ago while friends Katie and Emily were also visiting…

“Do you know that there is a half-naked man asleep on your patio,” says Katie, full of sass and already on her second cup of coffee as she cracked opened my bedroom door.
“No, what?” I reply as I rolled over on my (air) mattress.
“Yeah, come here,” Katie shouts. Then, across the hall: “Hey! Emily, come check this out.”
As the sun beamed into the screened in patio, Katie, Emily and I peered out the kitchen window and saw our newly found patio denizen. Shirtless and decked in board shorts with his hands trying to shield his face from the 8 a.m. sun, Patio Seth held onto slumber on a thrifted Persian rug next to a empty box of Wheat Thins from the night before.
Emily: “He looks hot. I mean, like it’s gotta be hot out there.”
Katie: “Yeah, there is no way that is comfortable, sleeping on that floor. Why isn’t he on the couch right next to him?”
Me: “I’m not sure. I wonder who he is.”
Luke, my other roommate, from out of nowhere: “Oh yeah, Seth stayed the night last night. He’s one of my buddies from college. He just got back from Tel Aviv. I guess he slept on the patio.”
Luke trails off and reaches for breakfast. He continues nonchalantly, “Naw, he’s cool.”

ON PERSONAL STYLE: “The west coast influence of long-boarding inspires my style with the bright colors, and much of the same comes from my time in Tel Aviv. My clothes are generally brighter and lighter than most of my Midwest friends’ style.”

Seth grew up in a small town an hour or so outside of Chicago with a handful of siblings. While you and I spent our summers putzing around internships and lifeguarding at pools, Seth spent his summers being dropped out of helicopters to extinguish forest fires. See:
“Helicopters would give us lifts to fires and we’d tackle the beast. It was the perfect: daily doses of adrenaline and making my wallet thicker. It doesn’t get much better.”
He’s already checked off long boarding and world traveling from his list. With blue-collar roots and homeschooling under his belt, Seth saved his pennies from forest fire money and set sail for the other side of the continent.
“I picked up long boarding after I came home from traveling in Asia for a year. My younger brother taught me when I was 24. We’d be done drinking and hit the roads, skating for an hour or two at a time. I felt like a kid again.”

On Seth W.: The “Henley” jean by Baldwin Denim; denim button down shirt by Topman; thrifted denim jacket by Wrangler; engraved silver bracelet from a jeweler in Katmandu, Nepal; skate shoes from Castro in Tel Aviv.