It’s common knowledge that nobody wants to be the kid who gets socks for Christmas. Socks, as a Christmas gift, usually hit that not-so-sweet spot right at the nexus of “practical” and “boring”. And worst of all, when your friends invariably ask what you got in your haul, you’ll have nothing to do but stuff your hands in your pockets and shrug, mumbling something about how Christmas is “like, whatever, man” before deflecting the question back to them, whereupon they will rattle off the bevy of highly-sought-after things they unpacked over the holiday— probably at least one of which is “impossible to find in the U.S.” and/or this season’s hot new electronic device. Well, not this year, pal. Because what you see above is not merely a pair of socks. No, indeed. The above pieces by Henrik Vibskov are nearer to art than footwear. We checked them out in person at The Sock Hop recently and were blown away. Just check the rad, midcentury modernish motifs and perfectly juxtaposed colors. Now imagine how awesome they’d look peeking out of the bottom of trousers, cuffed jeans, really, anything. Now imagine who will be the one feeling high and mighty when the post-Christmas gift break-down conversation goes down: “Oh, yeah, they’re by this really cool Scandinavian designer. Practically impossible to find in the U.S.” Go ahead, embellish if you must. We won’t judge. Get them here.
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. Thanks to the folks at Scout Seattle, that dream can now be a reality. Their new organic selvage denim and chambray field bed is eighty inches of 100% cotton selvage that you can crawl right into and sleep inside. It’s warm, durable, comfortable, and, unsurprisingly, outfitted with Horween leather pulls and tie-down straps. Use it for camping, as intended, or just unroll it on top of your mattress and resolve to never, ever let another night go by without being swaddled in denim. Get it here.
As self-admitted junkies for those objects that remind us of times long ago, we think it’s nonetheless important to keep priorities straight. It’s a difficult task, but we try to avoid hoarding every old glass milk jug we come across at the flea market— vestigial as they may be, we just can’t justify collecting old things just because they’re old. However, there are certainly a handful of things that we yearn to bring back from decommission— personal effects like engraved lighters, heavy wooden shoe horns, etcetera. And, of course, the wooden shaving bowl, pictured above. This one from Taylor of Old Bond Street is, admittedly, new rather than vintage, but it still does a wonderful job of reminding us just what it was we liked about these things to begin with. And unlike that typewriter you rescued from the trash that glares at you judgmentally as you continue to clap away on your MacBook, it’s both old-fashioned and something you’ll use every day. Get it here.
We’ve all had that moment: you’re sitting around enjoying a beer with some friends, talking about the difference between the sixty-minute and ninety-minute IPA, discoursing on the subtleties of a good Rauchbier, when it happens— somewhere between beer no. 1 and beer no. 5, you’ve forgotten the term for…what was it again? Embarrassing as the situation may be, it can be avoided. Just pick up a handy set of these coasters from Pop Chart Lab— they tidily subdivide all your favorite beer styles into their more common variations (and maybe one or two you didn’t even know about), and have style to boot. And speaking of boots, they’re made of what you might ordinarily find underneath yours—concrete—giving them a sort of hi-brow meets industrial vibe. It’s really quite postmodern, if you think about it…so you can feel free to toss that terminology around with your pals too, if you so choose. Who knows, you might learn something. Get them here.
Not to brag, but when it comes to the hard stuff, you know what you’re talking about. You know your whiskey from your whisky, your scotch from your “notch”. You’re comfortable tossing around terms like “sour mash” and “peaty”. Which is why these handsome rocks glasses by Vital are perfect for you. More importantly, though, they’re perfect for educating your less-knowledgeable drinking buddies about the differences between rye whiskey, scotch whiskey, bourbon, and the “everything else” category of just plain old whiskey. Snobbery? Not at all. Drinking has long been the forum for sharing (and debating) one’s areas of expertise. Knowledge is power. Get them here.
Growing up, it seemed like somebody or other was always scolding you for being too loud— whether it was your grandfather telling you to pipe down at dinner, or your folks critiquing your new look during that punk phase. But you know what? “Loud” gets a bad rap. Loud isn’t something to be afraid of— Loud is the Rolling Stones coming through on the airwaves. Loud is kids at a war protest in Washington D.C. Loud is the volume of revolution, and of revolutions-per-minute. So, yes, maybe these special edition Record Store Day desert boots by Clarks are a little loud. But so are you— all the best things are. Get them in Clarks stores while they last— pick ‘em up on your way to go flick through vinyl because, hey, brick & mortar is sorta what Record Store Day is about.
Mom always told you that smoking is bad for you. And she’s right— we don’t encourage that type of behavior any more than your folks did. But, if you must smoke (we mean really, really, must smoke), the least you can do is try to be refined about it and clean up after yourself (another of mom’s favorite catchphrases). The easiest way to achieve both in one fell swoop? Bureau of Trade's brass pocket ashtray, one of the more unique trappings of a bygone era when folks had the good sense to accessorize their vices (and the medical ignorance to justify it). Just remember, kids— smoking doesn't make you look cool. Owning this vintage brass pocket ashtray, however… Get it here.
What’s up with this crazy weather, right? One minute we’re barricading ourselves in against the storm of the century, and the next, the smell of hot pavement is permeating the air on clear, warm evenings. It doesn’t take much to get us to start fantasizing about spring and so, against our better judgment, we’ve already begun. But before you start digging out all your warm-weather goods only to further tempt fate and ensure disappointment, cast your eyes downward for a second— that’s right, look at your ankles. Those trusty socks that got you through winter’s worst are looking, well, a little worse for wear. Our suggestion? Usher in the return of the visible ankle (bye-bye, boots) with these socks by Richer Poorer x Del Toro— they’re both a practical enough purchase to help you avoid buyer’s remorse when the temperatures once again take a nosedive and a colorful little reminder that, yes, there is a springy light at the end of this tunnel. Still not convinced? Buy ‘em before midnight tonight to get 30% off your purchase with code “LOVE”. You know, love— the other thing that’s in the air, besides spring. Get them here.
So, it’s cold out. Real cold. Pretty much too cold to make us want to do anything but make ourselves a nice drink and sit inside with a few friends, trying to forget how cold it is. The inevitable problem, it seemed, was stocking up enough booze to entertain our company forever (or, conversely, warm our bodies enough to make us impervious to the cold when the dreaded trek home can no longer be avoided). Then we saw these gorgeous custom 1 liter barrels from Tuthilltown Spirits. Immediately, visions of the secluded cabin in the woods with the party that never ends danced in our heads. We imagined aging our own bourbon, fussing over it like proud parents as we hauled it out at gatherings for the requisite “oohs” and “aahs” before diving in. Impractical? Maybe. Irresponsible? Perhaps. Awesome? Definitely. We may never go outside again. Get it here.
We know what you’re thinking: “Lamps? What’s so great about a lamp?” Bite your tongue, sir. This is not just a lamp. This is Allied Maker's lamp made of gorgeous hardwoods finished with organic beeswax, outfitted with a cotton-covered cord and brass findings, and bottomed with beautiful and hard-wearing leather. As far as lamps go, these are the most masculine yet understatedly heirloom-quality specimens we've ever seen. Still not convinced? Take another look at that lightbulb. The hand-wound Marconi bulbs (which, okay, maybe sound a little like something out of Portlandia) add just a pinch more visual interest and set this lamp above all others. In fact, it doesn’t even feel right to call it a lamp. What’s a more rugged word for objet d’art? Get it here.