The What Are You Wearing Today (WAYWT) Discussion Thread, Part II

[Benesyed]



How is the fabric on that shirt, Bene?

Its a more crisp cotton than the flannel garden shirts. Its very nice and i think works well for a more dressed up occasion. I think you would like the fabric. I tend to have a preference for the brushed cotton/flannel materials but this is caters to that while still being crisp.

 

[in stitches]

Cool. Thanks, Bene.

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Back to my porch for now. Oh well

Spoiler: Warning: Spoiler!

 

[sinnedk]

Stitch great fit but after you crazy sw&d one a few weeks back i feel like you have to top it now

 

[in stitches]



Stitch great fit but after you crazy sw&d one a few weeks back i feel like you have to top it now

Thanks, man. I dont know if I will ever top that, but there will be more SWD fits to come, dont you worry. I just have less items to work with, so it takes a little longer to get new stuff and figure out how I want to wear it.

 

[Tirailleur1]

via Complex

 

[sinnedk]



Thanks, man. I dont know if I will ever top that, but there will be more SWD fits to come, dont you worry. I just have less items to work with, so it takes a little longer to get new stuff and figure out how I want to wear it.

Lots more ma+ out there for you

 

[canstyleace]

you should mix stuff up more often stitchy

 

[spacepope]

waywt is 360 no scoping right now



kapital ringcoat
blackmeans hoodie
julius tee
silent scarf + tank
acne jeans
vintage boots

 

[Abraxis]



SS garden shirt

I wish at least some of my SS hidden placket shirts fit that well :/

 

[in stitches]

Now it is. Sick look, pope.

 

[StanleyVanBuren]

McCall, Idaho



New Year's 2015​

Warning: long post, lots of photos, only some of them are fits

Every year I go to the snow for New Year's. Usually my friends and I go to Tahoe. This year we decided to do something different.

I had recently bought an Audi A3 diesel. My sister and her husband have a Golf diesel (same engine, slightly different car). Another friend of ours just bought a BMW X1. Fuel prices in the US have plummeted. We decided this would be a great year for a road trip to a new destination.

Epaulet
RRL
MMM

After Christmas at my cousins’ in Los Altos Hills, CA, we packed up the Golf diesel and the A3 diesel with almost all our gear, and put the rest in our friends’ BMW X1 that was going to follow up / catch up the next day. The first part of the drive was the shorter portion, only going as far as Reno for the night, with a stop in Sacramento along the way to pick up more friends. We had planned for potentially heavy traffic through Sacramento up to Tahoe and over the Donner Pass, but there was none. Tahoe looked bleak as we passed through. The past thirteen years we’d gone to Tahoe for New Year’s (with the exception of 2009 in Europe), but after three years of no/bad snow, we were trying somewhere else. We knew there was a chance this year might be the year Tahoe got an amazing dump of snow, but as we drove past, we saw that we had made the right choice. The lack of roads clogged with Ford Explorers full of families and their gear driving up from the bay area was the first indication, but as we drove through Tahoe we saw for ourselves. No snow on the road, and barely any covering the landscape. Temperatures in the 40s. We pressed on.
We reached Reno in time to grab a dinner inside the casino that is nowhere near worth mentioning. Everything was garnished with uncooked dark red angel hair pasta. One friend ordered a chicken that arrived with a giant knife stuck through the middle of it. A very small amount of money was gambled, and lost. Our friend George, a marine pilot, had brought his girlfriend for the first time, a marine logistics officer. She worked out exactly how much time we’d need to get everyone ready to hit the road at the right time in the morning to make the rest of our schedule. We then told our friends in the X1 that we’d be leaving two hours ahead of that.

SNS Herning
Moderntailor

N&F
MMM

We hit the road at 7am and left Reno behind. The first part of our journey was on I-80 heading east, which is an autobahn-quality highway through the middle of nowhere in northern Nevada. There was a decent-enough 75mph (~120kph) speed limit that most people seemed to ignore. 85-90mph was pretty common so we stuck behind the one or two cars we found doing that. We stopped in Winnemucca, NV to grab sandwiches and champagne for lunch at a Raley’s grocery store. WInnemucca also happened to be the turnoff point from whence we headed north off of the nice, built-up faux-autobahn that was I-80 and onto a rough 2-lane highway called I-95 headed towards the end of Nevada, and on into Oregon, where there was also nothing.

This looks better than it was.
We’d had the bright idea to stop at hot springs along the longest portion of our drive through the middle of nowhere from Reno to McCall. We even stopped to pick up deli sandwiches and champagne along the way so we could have lunch at the hot springs. My wife had bought a well-researched book on hot springs in the northwest, and spent a good amount of time picking out a spot that was well-recommended and not far off our route.
First, the GPS coordinates turned out to be wrong and we realized we’d gone 20 miles past our turnoff. This was also about 20 miles into Oregon, the worst state on our trip due to the 55mph speed limit. I-95 is the same road through the middle of nowhere in Nevada, Oregon, and Idaho. It’s the same quality, the same number of lanes, the same visibility (endless). In Nevada and Idaho it’s 75mph. In Oregon, because Oregon is run by idiots, it’s 55mph. And we were 20 miles in the wrong direction, which in either other state would be 15 minutes or less but in Oregon was half an hour. Which you also have to double if you’ve gone that far going the wrong way. To go back to the hot springs and then get back to where we were, we’d be adding an hour to our journey, at least.
But the only other decent-looking option was 70 or more miles off our route, so we opted to backtrack instead. The dirt road to the hot springs started out nice enough, but quickly got rough. Patches of ice had to be crossed that had unknown depth and were very likely to cause either car to get stuck. After blasting through one of them, hoping to retain enough speed to not lose traction, a friend of mine later handed me a plastic piece that had shot off of my car.
Upon finding the hot springs, there were no pools and the creek wasn’t really deep enough to get in. And it was freezing cold and the wind was blowing. So we hastily ate our sandwiches inside our cars and forgot about the champagne that had been chilling in the VW’s roof rack.
After lunch, the folks in the VW reckoned that we could stay on the treacherous dirt road we were on and it was a shorter distance back to a point on the highway farther north along our route. This was a terrible idea. The dirt road only got worse and ground clearance was not exactly the strong suit of either car. Add to this the VW was weighed down with passengers, gear, and more gear on top.
So we spent a good half an hour at 5mph or less driving over brush that was doing untold damage to the underside of our cars. When we reached the highway, we (as we had started to suspect would happen) found ourselves on the wrong side of a locked gate. Mercifully, we found a way to open the gate, and assessed the damage to our cars. The Audi’s underside was covered in dirt and mud, and had a few cords hanging down that shouldn’t have been. The VW looked fine, but the check engine light had come on.
We concluded neither car was in too bad of shape, and we pressed on.

Crossing into Idaho from Oregon on I-95

From near Boise the rest of the way north up to McCall was only supposed to be an hour, but it was snowing heavily. Most of the drive was uphill, on a small winding highway, through white-out visibility. Early on we saw a mid-2000s Chevy Monte Carlo that had spun out and was in a ditch on the other side of the road. A number of other cars were already helping get it unstuck, so we didn’t stop. Still, it was worrying to see the Idaho license plate on the Monte Carlo. If even the locals were having problems, what chance did we stand? We had front-wheel drive cars with all-season tires. But there was no chain control like there usually is in Tahoe when conditions like this pop up, and while our tires weren’t full-on snow tires, the all-seasons seemed to be gripping well enough.
Also somewhere just past Boise we learned that the BMW X1 was only ten or fifteen minutes behind us, despite having left from all the way back in California in the morning, due to our prior shenanigans in Oregon costing us such significant time. We figured worst case scenario, if either car ran into trouble, the Bimmer would be along shortly to help us out. Luckily though, the road straightened and flattened out as we got closer to McCall and we all made it to the cabin unscathed — or at least not any worse off than we’d already done to ourselves in Oregon.

I had rented a cabin on AirBnB a couple months prior and while the description and photos were decent, they did not do it justice. As we got closer, we started to get reports from the first couple to arrive, who had driven out from Seattle and managed to make it to McCall before any of the rest of us. We arrived to find a giant 4-car garage with plenty of space for all our cars, and a 5-bedroom cabin that, for the first time, had beds for everyone on our trip. So apparently, we’re in our 30s now. The 5th bedroom was more or less a completely separate section of the cabin that had its own kitchen and dining area, which was perfect for our Seattle friends, who are “gluten people,” as I like to call them.

Snowboarding at Brundage

I wore snowboarding gear.

After two days of snowboarding and other activities, no one had planned dinner. We decided to make this our night on the town, and bar-hopped from McCall Brewing to Forrester’s to the Yacht Club. Both of the latter two places had signs up warning that anyone engaged in physical violence would be kicked out and banned for 6 months, or something to that effect. We supposed maybe the locals were a rowdy bunch, or that tourists were often not on their best behavior when visiting McCall. Sadly we were disappointed at how laid back everyone seemed to be, locals and visitors alike. Then again, it was only a weeknight.
At Forrester’s, we bought all our friends tequila shots. One of the guys sipped his and caused some controversy. At the Yacht Club, one of my friends decided to be a complete asshole and buy everyone $2 jello shots. All I remember was that they were blue and had whip cream on top. My wife and I played shuffleboard. The Marines played a plastic gun hunting arcade game the entire night.

Moderntailor shirt
Gap thermal underneath

The $800 mistake
This is as good a point as any to explain that, sometime during our second day of snowboarding, the owner of one recently-purchased BMW X1 lost the only key to his car that he and his wife had brought with them. It was snowing, and we were enjoying particularly fresh powder on top of a good two feet or so of already-existing powder — in other words, ideal snowboarding conditions. But this proved to be a bit of a workout, and to let some heat out, he unzipped his jacket. You see where this is going. For reasons, he was keeping his iphone and BMW key in a velcro interior pocket of his jacket. Velcro is not as good as a zipper, apparently, and somewhere, at some point, everything flew out when he bailed flying off a mogul, or something. We got to the end of the run and one of my other friends handed him his phone.
"Hey, I found this, I think it’s yours."
We were all so amazed that the phone had been found that we considered it a huge win and broke for lunch. It was upon entering the mid-mountain hut to get chili and pulled pork sandwiches that he realized that not only had his phone fallen out of his pocket, but his BMW key, too, and yet only the phone was recovered.
That particular run was so good that we happily did it three or four more times after lunch, cutting fresh tracks through different sections of fresh powder each time, and each time looking for the BMW key near where the phone had been found. No luck. Since his wife had left her key in Los Angeles, this would ultimately end up costing them not only the cost of the replacement key, but also the cost to have a locksmith in LA break into their house so their next-door neighbor could overnight FedEx her key up to the cabin.
So it was on night 5 that the BMW had been left at Brundage, along with whatever gear was in it from that morning. In this case it was all of the warm clothes and non-snowboardng snow gear (shoes, etc.) that the Marines had brought for the trip. So at the end of the night, facing a short walk home to our cabin from the Yacht Club — but in 0-2˚F temperatures, the Marines, of all people, ******* bailed on the rest of us and secretly called a taxi to take their delicate, cold asses back to the cabin. For my part, I, also secretly, forgot to give them the code to get back in.
It was still a pretty brisk walk home.

Schott
SNS Herning (barely vis)
Epaulet flannel (no vis)
RRL
LL Bean

So I was actually impressed by the food in McCall. I was expecting a small town filled with diners selling $2.99 biscuits and gravy and $8.99 chicken fried steak. Or places similar to what’s in Tahoe, which is decent enough food but nothing too creative. Like in Tahoe City, there is a diner (that gave me food poisoning back in 2004) and a “Mexican Restaurant” that is marginally better than a Chevy’s. There is higher-end food in Tahoe, like steakhouses or similar stuff, but the problem is whether expensive or average/cheap, it’s all totally unremarkable.
But McCall has “The Hub” where one can get a cup of Intelligentsia coffee for $2.75 and the Fogglifter Cafe, where one can get “East Indian Huevos Rancheros,” pictured above. I’m not a foodie, so I won’t try to explain how or why this was delicious, but it was. The coffee was pretty good at the Fogglifter too.

After two days of snowboarding, we decided to take a break and seek out some hot springs to make up for the ones that were a total bust in Oregon on the drive to McCall. My wife utilized her hot springs book to painstakingly research a sure thing for our group.
Our friend with the BMW X1 (which was stuck at Brundage Ski Resort after he lost the key) nearly blew it for us by spending half the day on the phone coordinating the break-in of his Los Angeles house by his neighbor and subsequent key shipping fiasco after learning that the lady at the BMW dealer in Las Vegas (“Krystal with a K”) had overpromised and underdelivered on her time estimate of how quickly BMW could cut a new key and send it to us.
But so we made it to the hot springs with just enough time before sundown to enjoy a thorough 100˚F+ soak in 0˚F temperatures, while drinking the Krupnik (a Polish cordial of extremely high alcohol content) that my wife had made the month before the trip.
As the sun set, we then frantically re-clothed in the approximately 30 seconds one has between getting out of the water and catching frostbite, packed up our gear, and headed back to the cabin.

Vintage tux

New Year’s Eve 2015
We ate pork loin. We dressed in black tie — well, sort of. I told everyone the dress code for this year, and everyone did “dress up” but in terms of black tie, there was only one guy who actually bought a legit self-tie black bowtie and wore it New Year’s Eve. The fact that he went to all the effort made me completely overlook that he was only wearing it with a grey sweater and slacks. My friends are in no way total schlubs, but the self-tie bowtie is a pretty big deal for any of them to take on. He learned to tie it that night, even. He watched a couple videos on youtube that didn’t really help before he stumbled on a Playboy video on how to tie a bowtie that’s as one would expect a Playboy video on how to tie a bowtie to be. That worked though, and he came down to dinner promptly thereafter.
We sang karaoke. We danced until 4am. I’m not at liberty to disclose any of the rest.

Getting Label-Checked

The gentleman asked, "is that a vintage tuxedo?"

"Why yes," I replied, "it is."

SNS Herning
Proper Cloth
N&F
LL Bean

Schott coat
H&M scarf

standing on frozen Payette Lake

SNS Herning
Epaulet
N&F
MMM

There are a bunch more photos on my tumblr for anyone not overloaded by the above

 

[brad-t]

If you have to apologize for the length of your post, you should probably spoiler it

 

[TimH]

Phew - finally made it here - it's a long way down that last post

 

[nahneun]

What happened to your Vita @TimH

@VitaTimH

 

[StanleyVanBuren]

If you have to apologize for the length of your post, you should probably spoiler it

I didn't apologize

but if it's really so bad, I'm sure Fok will split it off and move it to a different subforum