There is really nothing like a clothing factory. And I mean clothing in the proper menswear sense of the word – suiting. It really is amazing that I haven’t visited the good people at Martin Greenfield sooner, but I never really had a good opportunity. When Tyler Thoreson and I got to talking about Gilt’s Martin Greenfield suit offering it was just the chance I was looking for. Ladies in smocks constructing jackets, sewers sitting together stitching by hand, and of course, Martin (along with his two sons) on the factory floor full of enthusiasm. Check this off my list.
You can tell this place never stops and probably hasn’t for years. (Note the GGG clock.) The floor gets layered and layered around tables and machines because there is no time to stop production and redo the worn out floor. The factory has been there so long the neighborhood went from good to bad to hipster in a blink of Martin’s eye. During their breaks, the Greenfield factory workers spill out onto the sidewalk in front of the building and mix with seemingly unemployed creative types that inhabit the post-industrial streets of Bushwick.
At one point Martin took me to his office and showed me some of this photos. The man has dressed presidents, police chiefs, celebrities and even his honor, the current Mayor of New York (who was scheduled for a fitting the day after I was there). It was so interesting to listen to the stories Martin was telling me about his childhood, how he survived The Holocaust and came to America to start at the bottom in the clothing business. Eventually he owned the company. His story is truly the American dream and I can’t think of anything that is more deserving a nod here.