Eyeglasses get a lot of credit for being transformative to one's look. Clark Kent. Howard Bannister. Hell, even Heidi Klum seems like a different person with specs on. But regular eyeglasses are no match for the magical powers of a great pair of shades.
It's easy to get lulled into a false sense of security when the weather starts to warm up-- your mood is up, flowers are in bloom, getting dressed is a snap, and even your fellow commuters seem less prone to bodychecking you into a subway pole. It's a whole new world out there.
Living in the city can be rough– you don’t know who your neighbors are (until you do– eesh, get a hotel, guys), you get elbowed in the clavicle on your way to work, your favorite dive bar just became a fro-yo joint. But it’s one of those love-hate relationships you wouldn’t trade for the world.
We get it, we get it, you’re a pretty well put-together guy. You dress good. You drink good. Alright. But how come, for all of your veg-tanned leathers and rare denim wefts, your apartment still looks like it did in college? Bummer, dude.
You’re a complex guy. You prefer bourbon but, when the occasion is right, are known to pull out an exclusive bottle of Tequila. You pepper your old-school soul playlists with a few tracks by Joy Division. In the back of your closet, behind your well-seasoned brogues and boots, sits a cherished, lived-in pair of Doc Martens.
Tradition is a big deal for us any time of year–traditional leather tanning techniques, traditional woodworking methodology, traditional…drinking, etcetera–but around the holidays it’s really the name of the game.
Leaves are falling. Temperature dropping. Sweaters become more prevalent with every passing day. Yep, change is in the air. And it’s infiltrated Rye & Rivet HQ, too. Which is why we’re pleased to announce the soft-launch of our very own webshop.
If you ever attended a school where you were oppressively forced to wear a uniform, you know that people with true style can exhibit said style under any circumstances. Such is the resilience of the human spirit.
Annnnnnd we’re back. And by “we”, we also mean Fall. Just as you were starting to get accommodated to that summer weather, just as you were finally remembering to put on (and reapply!) sunscreen, a sudden whoosh of crackling leaves and synthetic pumpkin-spice scent comes through and we’re back at Fall.
For our last SSU of the year, we’re rounding up five pairs of perfectly unexpected kicks that you can snap up at deep discounts at East Dane’s End-Of-Summer sale. What better way to bid farewell to summer than with some fall-forward steals…
Yep, you heard right. RYE & RIVET will be hosting its second (!) annual (!!) pop-up shop this September in charming downtown New Rochelle, Westchester County, NY at Reverol & Co. Contemporary Art Gallery.
We’ve all somewhat misrepresented ourselves on occasion–maybe on a date, at a job interview, or just when bragging to friends about how great at moonwalking we are. But here’s something innately compelling about things that are completely upfront about what they are.
While you could (and probably will) celebrate the 4th with fireworks, booze and flag-laden clothing (all imported), it probably wouldn’t hurt to take advantage of some of the awesome (domestic) sales that will be happening this weekend in honor of America’s b-day. We’ve gone through our ever-overflowing inbox to bring you the creme de la creme–er, we mean, however you say that in “American”.
As word-association goes, “the blues” and “authenticity” tend to come up a lot in the same conversations. Maybe that’s got something to do with why we take another “blue” thing, denim, so freakin’ seriously.
We’re big proponents of dressing for the occasion. About to hop on a plane? Don’t head to the airport without at least putting on a blazer. Casual date? Don’t go any more casual than some premium dark denim. But what about the times when you don’t know where the day will take you? That’s when we’re most grateful for Outerboro.
It goes without saying that some people take camping very seriously. They’ve got the gear—a top-of-the-line tent, an off-road-ready vehicle, and an arsenal of tools that all multitask to the point of absurdity. Then, there’s you—more likely to order a pizza to the camp site than to forage for berries, more likely to wake up in the middle of the night with the tent collapsed on your face.
Summer get-togethers present a unique set of complicated considerations: whether to go all-out with homemade baked goods or phone it in with local grocery store fare; how many beers from the communal cooler one can get away with before seeming greedy and/or sloppy; whether participation in the eventual lawn game of horseshoes is voluntary or outright required.
The weather has finally warmed up (and, at least in our neck of the woods, gone directly from cold and rainy to warm and rainy), “summer Fridays” are soon to be upon us, and the world looks just a little bit brighter.
There are many types of hooks that one needs to be wary of. There’s the always-difficult-to-navigate “hook up”, which can combine both the highest highs and lowest emotional lows; the too-catchy pop hook, seemingly harmless at first but the source of great angst once stuck in your head; and of course, the sales-pitch hook that can pull you in against your better judgment.
Maybe it was backstage just before a band concert, as parents began to shuffle into the auditorium, when you came face to face with the the kids from jazz band. Maybe you traded a few words, soaking up as much of their older-kid-coolness as possible and praying that you could stall for just a minute longer before the concert began and wiped away all traces of your serendipitous encounter.
Last week, we got on the road (literally, and for a long damn time) to take a look around Music City. We stopped by several of the must-sees and still made time to dig around and find a few favorite spots of our own. Here’s our quick-and-dirty snapshot of a hell of a town.
If we dig down into our memories deep enough, we think we can remember a time when we were warm. It may have been an illusion—it certainly has that sort of hazy, blown-out-around-the-edges, dreamlike look about it—because from where we stand now, in single-digit temperatures and surrounded by snowbanks, we really only half-believe it ever happened.