I detest how people 'these days' say 'my friend' or my good friend when they don't even know the person. Matt Singer is a friend. I had the privilege of working with him at JACK SPADE. I was first introduced to Reynspooner from Matt and I'm sure a few other good things. His collection is pretty rad. Here you see just a smidgen of his flavour. Leather lighter covers in cheetah, dalmatian, and tie-dye prints & a version in brown lizard, each comes with mini Bic lighter.
Just pretend you didn't see this photo and follow the sequence below. I know most of you are ADD like me and just wanna look and leave so Ill hit you with the best first, incase you don't scroll down...
So... Since the move out west I have been getting on the bridges and out of the city any chance I get. On this particular morning I went with my friend to surf, I try and make photos on the land, he tries and catch waves or however the term goes. I spot this dude, his dog waiting for him on the beach below... He's about to put that one hat inside the other... Setting up camp.
Then he comes up to where the cars are parked and is getting even more gear!
His dog must be in the best shape a dog could possibly be in. Shoulda seen these activities. M. Williams woulda been happy like a puppy.
Oh, please don't ask me about the dog, It was pretty, real nice, but I can barely shoot men, moving animals are even harder for me to capture...
A few months back i asked a friend to write on my website. we share similar sentiments and values.
This isn’t some year in review or any of that, although we are at the cusp of what we can collectively consider a new year, and so, in the final days of 2010, spaceship earth continues to rotate around a massive ball of photons, hence, life goes on, and it’s strange inhabitants scurry along the surface of the giant rock benevolently floating in ether, in search of purpose, meaning and maybe some cut of celebrity-ism, bombarded with imagery, subsequently illusion, creating a landscape that is now a place in which “fashion”, is almost, all there is. In the spirit of keeping up with the times and staying in fashion, we could also collectively consider this site a “fashion blog” as the presentation reflects that of other popular media formatted in this way, we all have our limitations I suppose, but what’s exceptional about Mister Mort, is that, the subjects are often of an idiosyncratic nature, and the selections have the brevity and candor akin to that of journalistic photography. I would say that, this site is less about fashion and more about the mantra; “The clothes don’t make the man, but the man makes the clothes”, which leads us to my next inquiry; how does one make his or her own clothes? Figuratively speaking, of course, unless you are in fact, literally making, tailoring, designing, creating clothes as a craft and that is what you do. I suppose the real question is then; what is it, YOU do? Where in a society of spectacle, the commodity completes its colonization of social life and human beings, have gone from human being, to human doing, to merely just, human appearing, as an image, just an image, posing, fronting, or however you’d like to characterize it…which leads me to think that the resurgence of “work wear” and other industrial age trends, from steam punk to sailor, dream hunk to player, and the myriads of blue collar themes, of the recent past, like that of fashions longtime Kierkegaardian love affair with military uniforms, was only a didactic longing for actually “working” or to take on the appearance of having done work, the appearance of “doing” or having all the indicators of belonging to a unit that does something, which is worn like a prosthetic limb and that suffers from ghost sensations of a now amputated existence. Where masculine motifs are worn like dad’s old moth eaten chesterfield, out of place, oversized and useless. Mister Mort has informed me that this site has near 10,000 visits a day and I can only imagine how many other blogs you loyal viewers must visit and how all these sites operate a lot like corporate entities, that are pipelining product through Edward Beranays-ian propaganda and mass media manipulation tactics, that wave slogans with oxymoronic messages of individualism achieved through consumption, paradoxically, pushing a product, that’s very existence depends on millions, to join the herd and buy in. In an environment where culture is god and fashion, one of it’s many equalizers, blogs operate like cultish paganism in the midst of a collapsing Rome, complete with idols and slightly mutating iconography, all just bastardizations of the descending inherent hierarchy. Instructions by plebes on how to better serve the court, these bloggers and their blogs are set up like gypsy merchant tents littered outside the Vatican, in a cacophony of chaotic chatter, peddling ideas about what to look for, where to find it, what to stay away from, what could cause you social castration or elicit the praise of your peers, and all for a little social currency in hopes of being plucked from their own anonymity and placed within the colossal churning wheel of celebrity, however meager it may be. There aren’t any distilling trends, just ever more confusion in a sea of information. In the words of the late great Terence McKenna, “culture is not your friend” and I would suggest as a New Year’s resolution, if being resolute is what you’re after, I urge you to dead your engagement with blogs, especially the fashion ones and mass media culture in general for that matter, create your own culture, and if work and the satisfaction of having done work is what you really desire, not the short-cut crack sublimation, through only appearing as if having done something; work, I say, actually “do” something, besides hold a wage job that confines you to a station of vicarious individualism achieved through consumerism, becoming ever more apart of the very fabric that you’re trying to cut away from. Don’t obsess over getting the right boots, but make the boots you have on right. As a true act of individualism, be an individual and stop following the pack. Wear the clothes, don't let them wear you.
This salmon colored anorak from WWII surprisingly wasn't snatched up by anyone ! This is one of the best Brooks Brothers shirts I have ever seen. I already own a few variations of this shirt by them, but thats not why I didnt buy it. I was beaten to it by the boys who were shopping for Ralph Lauren inspiration. I felt better when i saw that it was priced at $145. To make it worse, it was 14.5 (my size) and if all goes as it should, will be seen in a Rugby store near you. We can only hope and pray it wont be embroidered with skulls and flags all over it. These dealers make it way too easy, I cant blame these designers for not bothering to really dig, wether it be on ebay or our nations thrift shops. And by thrift shops, I dont mean WCGA or Stock.. I really liked the pockets on this guys pants and sweatshirt. Interesting how its not a full zip. Cant tell whats going on with the bottom of his pants, were they cut short? gathered? dont know, but they look good! His bag was super cool as well, but this is all you're getting. I like this shot of jewelry designer Phillip Crangi "shopping" in his green cuffed pants and green rod lavers Dude from 45 RPM shoping.. I love sweatpants, I dont own a pair but have always wanted a pair. I really like how he paired them with rust New Balance, a flannel shirt and down vest ! Here with a trophy purchase ! I was watching forever to see who would become the lucky owner of this stripe painted oar. Not sure if you can tell from this photo, but this man here is in all classics- barracuda drizzler, smedley knit, oxford shirt, dungarees and moccasins. I love a chamois shirt. Have never seen an orange one. Great way to layer in the winter and I find they especially come in handy in the Spring time. Check out his monocle. And as if the orange isnt enough, Check out this turquoise one. I saw this fella carrying this here horse and asked if I could photograph it, He paid $400 and was "told" it was Pendleton. I didnt see a label anywhere, there was a tag on its tush, didnt say Pendleton or any company, just fabric contents and made in taiwan i believe. I hope it was at least made using Pendleton fabric but Ill never be sure.. Cool piece none the less.some more color out there in the fields. Below are some personal scores