- Brando was kicked out of high school for riding his motorcycle through the halls.
- He was the named the fourth Greatest Male Star of All Time by the American Film Institute.
- Brando was one of Time’s 100 Most Important People of the Century.
- He quit production of a movie to devote his time fully to the civil rights movement.
- Oh yeah, he was Vito Corleone. No big deal.
Alright, if you follow Badass Monday, you’re going to start to think that I have a thing for actors, particularly those that I am a generation or two removed from. And it’s true, I absolutely love them (and most of their films – said in my most high brow, pretentious voice). Brando came to mind for a couple of reasons. He stars in A Streetcar Named Desire, which I have been forced to watch for a class. (Remember, I’m in college.) And with the True/False Film Festival just behind us here in Columbia, I got to thinking about past films I’d seen at the festival, including one called Smash His Camera. It includes a scene where a young Brando punches a paparazzi photographer in the face.
Anyway, Brando’s of Midwestern blood himself, having been born in Nebraska and raised in both his birth state and Illinois. Instead of rambling in sentence form, lets just do this in bullets (pretend like you popped opened a Snapple):
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To send you into the weekend: I came across this bag through one of the many generous giveaways over at the Art of Manliness. They were raffling this incredible briefcase from Saddleback Leather, so I entered on a lark and won. Since then, it’s become a prized belonging, although I wish I’d stuck with the large size they sent instead of exchanging it for something smaller. I was thinking I would use it as a briefcase, when it actually works better for me as a weekend bag.
If I’d had this thing during the Buenos Aires job, maybe it would have provided me something to sling over my shoulder for a getaway out the cabana window. Instead, I was fumbling for the essential possessions when the door burst open.
Won’t be making that mistake again.
Will of Momentum of Failure started a small revolution in the menswear blogosphere called, The 100 Days of Ties Project.
In short: Throw on a tie, son.
And to keep the ball rollin’, Will invites dudes alike to submit photos of their presentation for the day.
We’re redoing the bathroom upstairs, so, “No, that’s not shit on the wall.”
I’m loving this coral/orange/poppy color this spring.
Also, an instant upgrade for the Clark Wallabeesto welcome in this spring weather with the new laces from J.CREW.
Three-year-old Wallabees (Cargo Largo, $40) by Clark; “The Henley” 14-ounce dry selvedge (Standard Style, $198) by Baldwin Denim, size 28; Leather bomber jacket (thrifted, $6) , size 40; Gant shirt (thrifted, $3), medium; woven leather belt (thrifted, $2); grey-linen blend tie (thrifted, $1.50); THE BEST EFFING PEN IN THE WORLD, Pilot G2 Ultra Fine .38 nib.
I’ve wanted a pair of rain boots for while and this past fall, it finally clicked: Wellingtons.
I know Wellies are an England dig (Seth’s edit: Yeah, and what exactly is wrong with that?!), but I was tired of slopping around in a pair that I picked up from the thrift store that were too big, too clunky and didn’t mesh well with my slim-cut jeans. Nordstrom and Halls weren’t picking up Wellies this past fall/winter season because “it’s not for the target market in the Midwest.” Lame. File under: Reasons why I dislike the Midwest.
eBay anyone? $30 bucks sound okay? Sounds good. SOUNDS GREAT.
I pulled the trigger on a pair for 30 bones and have been a happy camper ever since. The backpack was a great find in high school (yes, five years ago) for $3.
The belt I picked up at Urban Outfitters this past winter for $4.99. It’s also 100 percent real leather. Urban. Come on, you’re killing me. Just when I threw you on my shit list for “this place is trashed, literally” and “I can’t find anything that fits me…” you go and surprise me with a real leather belt that matches my Baldwins. Thanks, guy.
Matching natural leather belt with the natural leather from the Baldwins, huh?
You know I love that pop of color/flannel.
I know Cam got that badass Steven Alan Parka, and well, I’d like to think he got the itch from me. Flannel lined, kinda cool. Picked it up for $5 and it surprisingly fits very well for being made in Taiwan and from a brand I’ve never heard of called “Repage.”
Wellington rainboots (eBay, $30) by Hunter, size 10UK; grey Burkee slim-fit sweatshirt (retail, $62) by Jack Spade, extra-small; “The Henley” 14-ounce dry selvedge (Standard Style Boutique, $198) by Baldwin Denim, size 28; backpack (thrifted, $5); natural leather belt (retail, $4.99) by Urban Outfitters; blue parka with flannel lining (thrifted, $5) by Repage, size “perfect for me.”
For most of us, it doesn’t make much financial sense to have our clothes hand-made by a tailor. It’s one of the regrettable facts of modern life.
Enter Gay Talese, one of the most skilled journalists of our time. (A lot of people think that his story about Frank Sinatra for Esquire was the best profile ever written.) Talese’s dad was a tailor, so he’s used to having custom-made clothes since…forever. Now, he gets his clothes made in Paris by the son of the guy that taught his father. (Gahhh—if only. Who does Talese think he is?)
Of course, Talese is hardly Midwestern, but Katie Roiphe’s interview with him in the Paris Review touches briefly on his style philosophy. The article is about lot of things—most of which are far more important than style—but here’s something to get you thinking:
“He is so beautifully dressed that strangers will talk to him in the street, that waiters and hostesses in restaurants will want to do things for him, like find a special place to put his hat. Talese’s father was a tailor, his mother ran a successful dress shop, and he says his first idea of how to be special was through clothing.”
Then there’s his post on Gilt MANual about how to throw some elbow patches and cuff-work on an old jacket to spice things up.
I mean, c’mon!! Not only is guy decking out in bespoke clothes, he has a sport coat that he doesn’t think is nice enough to wear to lunch. AND he’s updating them every 30, 40 years to make sure nobody else is wearing what he is. What a guy.
Our advice to you? Get yourself to the thrift store, pick up a wool jacket that fits you like a glove, then take it to the tailor and embellish the hell out of that thing.
To read more of Talese’s philosophy on tailoring, check out Gilt MANual by clicking on the photo: