Denimheads of the world, listen up: if you’ve ever lain awake at night obsessing over selvage denim and wishing there was some way, any way, that you could just envelope yourself in it from head to toe, well, your prayers have been answered.Read More
T.S. Eliot maintained that April is the cruelest month, but oh, we beg to differ. February is downright vengeful. We can almost feel it–spring is definitely out there, somewhere, teasing us from afar–but it sure keeps its distance.Read More
By now you’re inevitably thinking: alright, guys. But how many chambray shirts do I NEED?
And, of course, you’re right– the thing about the products we like to write about on RYE & RIVET is that you only probably need one of them.
If you were an alien who suddenly came to earth and somehow fell into the heritage-Americana scene, followed a handful of blogs, started reading Gilt Manual and supplemented your interests by perusing Blackbird, Hickoree’s, and the like with some frequency, you might get the impression that The Hill-Side was the only producer of men’s neckwear worth its salt. And don’t get us wrong– we love The Hill-Side, and by this logic, you wold still be a pretty well-informed (and well-dressed) extraterrestrial.Read More
Taken from the tale of a recent, common panic attack at Pitti Uomo: “Blazer. Jacket. Blazer. Jacket. Blazer. Jacket? Blazer…?” Folks, there are some situations when even the most pulled-together and universally (internetiversally?) beloved menswear bloggers cannot make up their minds.Read More
When you think “scarf”, you most likely don’t think “utility”–the prevalence of Keffiyehs around Williamsburg in the 90+ degree heat probably took care of that–but that’s only because your typical scarf isn’t pulling its weight.Read More
At one point we all wanted to be rebels, pioneers, the spacemen of our times. And then at one point shortly after that we all grew up and got jobs. But we never let the workplace suck the soul out of us, and somewhere on the inside, whether that inside exists in a corner-office or a cubicle, we all went on being ourselves.Read More