Welcome back to The Buy Line, where we analyze how the new market forces of menswear—driven by the Internet and the rise of a more savvy consumer—have redefined where the intersection of well-made and well-priced lands.
To celebrate their latest collaboration with artist Hugo Guinness, famous for his quirky linocut prints (think: Japanese woodcuts of squiggly paper airplanes and friendly rhinoceroses), Coach has made this equally charming video of the London-born artist in his Brooklyn home/workshop. What’s more, the collection isn’t just all bags and wallets—there are some interesting additions, like a pocket multi-tool (in a leather pouch) or a valet tray (with the rhino on it). It’s all in a rich, glove-tanned leather and so should age like an old baseball mitt.
It’s October (yes, already) and that means one thing: a new crop of magazines has hit the shelves. September was the big rallying point for the fall menswear transition, so now it’s less about how fall looks and more about how fall feels: there’s tweed, the upcoming elections and awards season jockeying (coincidentally, each cover featured an A-list actor). So, let’s get into it.
Our latest smell test comes from Brooklyn Dry Goods, inspired by the musk of an antique rifle found in the Brooklyn Navy Yard. As you might expect, it’s an offbeat scent, full of tobacco, pepper and unplaceable industrial notes.
But enough of the perfume lingo: it’s time to find out what the pitiless men and ladies (mostly ladies) of the office think. Here are their unvarnished appraisals.
This Wednesday, Shipley & Halmos launched their first cologne, a piney concoction brewed up by Brooklyn’s D.S. & Durga.
They only made 99 bottles of the stuff, but somehow we managed to get our hands on one of them. It’s big on lavender, with a few touches of suntan oil—but let’s face it, you don’t care about the parfumerie lingo. You want to know what it really smells like—so we enlisted a few of our most verbose female acquaintances to take a whiff of the stuff and tell us how it smells.
Home bars in the '60s had all sorts of goodies that didn’t make it into the modern age—crème de menthe, anyone?—but here’s one that’s due for a revival: old school seltzer.
Forget those store bought twist-top versions. Next to this, they’re practically Evian. A real bottled seltzer is so carbonated it shoots out of the bottle like a rocket, and stings your throat on the way down. More importantly, it does amazing things to scotch and it’s the only proper way to make an egg cream.
You can usually pick some up for around two bucks a bottle…but finding a bottler is easier said than done. In the age of supermarket twist-offs, they’re a dying breed—which makes a good one that much more of a gem. Brooklyn’s Gomberg Seltzer Works is one of the last in New York, but if you’re out of range you may have some legwork in your future. Trust us: it’s worth it.
This tabletop from Avoid Pi made its debut last night at the Mighty Tanaka gallery with accents from genuine gold leaf and hardware-store nails. As for that O...think of it as the mother of all water rings.