Army vs. Navy, November 1948. As photographed by Cornell Capa for LIFE Magazine.
Jimmy Cannon (one of the greatest sportswriters of all time) famously said that Joe Louis was "a credit to his race, the human race." Not a bad dresser either.
U.S. Navy Bureau of Ships | Camouflage Unit
The idea of painting a ship in odd patterns is credited to British artist Norman Wilkinson during the time of the first world war. The concept — which became known commonly as “dazzle” — was an attempt to confuse German U-boats by making a ship’s course and speed difficult to judge, and thus difficult to torpedo. The technique was eventually adopted by the American Navy in 1918 and the practice continued (mostly by the U.S.) throughout WWII. It was during the 1930s and 1940s that a standardized set of ship camouflage patterns were adopted and deployed across all Tennessee class battleships and Essex class aircraft carriers by the camouflage unit of the U.S. Navy Bureau of Ships.
SIGNALS
- Spencer Morgan takes a look at one of NYC’s best custom suit makers — Mr. Ned [The New York Observer] [Pictured]
- America has shed 707,000 textile and apparel mfg jobs since 2000 — hopefully everyone can find jobs at their local jail. [USA Today]
- The second Pop Up Flea got a little international ink [Drinkin' and Dronin']
- “I like my house, but these rooms just seem too tiny and stingy.” [The New York Times]
- Mr. Ray A. Smith explores the business potential of Band of Outsiders [The Wall Street Journal]
Shopping Aspen | Kemo Sabe
For a minute I came really close to buying a Stetson hat. I was watching the folks at Kemo Sabe steam and re-fit an old hat that had fallen out of shape over the years — and I am thinking “I need a Stetson hat.” Not want, need. Luckily I came to my senses in time to avoid what could have been a silly impulse buy. Not silly because of Stetson (they make some really great hats), but silly because I will never wear that, ever. Kemo Sabe is that type of store. I did end up leaving with a pair of Geier gloves (who are residents of The American List) and soaked in all of the western wear. Boots from Lucchese, Pendleton blankets, gloves, bags and lots of other good stuff. Sort of something a little different than the stuff I feature on ACL, but it was a fun diversion for the day-to-day stuff I tend to shop.
PRINT IS NOT DEAD
Not if Jacques (link is probably NSFW) has anything to do with it. Let’s not get it twisted, Jacques is a nudie magazine — one I bought for the pictures, but then actually read the articles. Not like nudie mags are provocative anymore with the Internets being the dirtiest thing ever conceived. But the fact of the matter is, Jacques is super amazing and if you aren’t reading (looking!) or subscribing, it is safe to say you are leading a boring life. My favorite part of the last issue (pictured below) was the feature on none other than the-pride-of-Tampa, Mons Venus, my favorite “gentleman’s club” in the world. Seriously riveting stuff (or at least very entertaining stuff).
Los Angeles
The Taschen New York store is directly across the street from my office and sometimes when I need to clear my head I’ll trot over there to flip through some of their beautiful books and drift off into another world. After I posted the old Kodachromes of L.A., a few people pointed me in the direction of Los Angeles, Portrait of a City and I was immediately sucked in to the amazing photography of an amazing city.
Shopping Aspen | TENET
New Yorkers in exile and friends, Jesse Warren and Greg Buntain’s first foray in retail was a pop-up shop called TENET in the summer-friendly hamlet of Southampton. It was a huge success. They must have thought: “We figured out a way to live and work in one the best summer spots — want to do the same for winter?” and TENET Aspen was born. After spending a week out West and getting a chance to meet and hang out with Jesse and Greg, I’ll be the first one to say that you don’t meet nicer people. Not to mention TENET is far and away the best store in Aspen. Obviously, my idea of the best store is a different from that of the super-rich and the super-Euro that are running about, all drunk from Après-ski.
