Digging through my archives I found this photo I made a year or two ago. He wasnt exactly in-or-out of style then, and is just as fly now- so I thought to post since Im longing for the streets of The Gotham City.
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.
I was pretty mad when my friend Peter told me he was moving to LA, after him pleading with me to come out there, I finally paid a visit and glad I did. All the years of us chatting about Balenciaga, Alden and Turnbull are finally paying off...
When they broke down the walls, they found this really old graffiti on the bricks. Im glad they left it exposed like they did. Its not in your face- you sorta have to almost look for it..
The shop has an incredible selection of vintage shoes, boots and outerwear to compliment the new pieces by Left Field, Alden, Sugar Cane and soon to come shirts by MISTER MORT.
Love a short sleeve sweatshirt, this vintage joint is no exception !
PLease click on this here military shirt jacket and see enlarged
Run by Peter, his Lady Rosa and vintage expert Bill;is this truly magnificent shop. Really a comfortable shopping atmosphere, in fact, you only get spoken to if you so desire, otherwise help yourself! No salesman following you from item to item lecturing you about the designer and all that bullshit. Just quality garments and shoes and good conversation. To borrow from a recent write-up on hyrcollective.com - http://www.hyrcollective.com/daily-blog/2009/05/craft-la/
The space is really nice and open, clean with a emphasis on reused wood and steel for the fixtures and quality on the clothing. Michael Williams wrote a great piece on Craft for GQ's blog as well
What a great example of a single pleated high waisted trouser. Of course i love his Turnbull & Asser shirt with that popping pink and blue. I have been seeing a ton of khaki lately ! trench coats and pants as of late. Maybe we will see the drop crotch boys in girls jeans fad fade..
I like what J Crew is up to. and don't front. We've all been in there-been for a minute. I enjoy a pinstripe with a solid grey.. Very "Morning Suit for taking a stroll to the bank". Theyre teaching guys it doesnt have to be precious.. Loro Piana fabrics! Thomas Mason shirtings! i mean this is the stuff royalty has their clothes made of but they offer it to the general public with no seals of the queen or anything.. These are the shirtings Turnbull and Thom Browne use!
Alden Indy Boot for J Crew!
Russell Moccasins, I dont think anyone in nyc carries them! Looks like they've been in the woods roughed up up a bit before they hit the store. Store, not stores, not everywhere, 1 shop in NYC..
A new style Red Wing boot. Interesting with spery sole!
This showroom always has the best vintage belts (and buckles)! i like that they dont mix in too much vintage, when you see a super vintage looking sweatshirt, they have found a way to make it look genuinely old without making it look mass produced; yet affordable.
If you have not heard of Inverallan- check them. I love old fishermans sweaters but again, hard to find because they last forever..Inverallan has been working with (and doesnt tell you on their website)the likes of Neighborhood and Beams in Japan.. Another great mature non-precious move for the crew..
These shorts might be my favorite item after the cardigan which ill never be able to buy. Id cut them off, to look like old safari shorts. large belt loops..