Not our meat and not our pique-nique–but I’m going to go ahead co-opt this image for my own randonneuring set design (essentially to lure Sara into riding 600k with me next June for the rustic reward of a cured meat and cheese spread on a pyrenean picnic bench).
…but worthy of notice as an archival clothing artifact. If one were shopping on my movie set for items to drag down into the bunker before the apocalypse–this would be the album playing on the portable turntable.
Vintage shot from August trip to Boulder…. Although I typically avoid brand matching I was forced to button up against the alpine cold with this snappy orange cap and red threaded sweater ensemble (logo sweater actually self commisioned to announce my cultlike reverence for the Rivendell family of bicycle brands).
I take most of my fashion cues from Japanese websites (which show a circular fascination for US outdoor clothing companies like CC Filson, Duluth Pack, Centralia Woolen Mills and Russell Footwear)(further, exhibiting on their pages sportwear brands which do not actually exist in the US or for which items are produced exclusively for the Japanese market).
So, today, with highspeed internet intact, I’m starting to search out possible dress or frock styles which I could believably wear on campus. I doubt I could order any of these items from Japan but I might be able to secure a patternmaker to do up some sort of localized version–maybe out of a stiff canvas, corduroy or burlap material. Key feature here is the garment’s ability to button up over an existing outfit–making it more utility based and easy to escape if the shame of wearing it became too great.
Several months ago I was directed to the British website Rapha (http://www.rapha.cc/index.php?page=1)which sells high end cycling gear for gentleman cyclists and London bike messengers (those w/surplus tip money). Reviewing the site I became fascinated by their selection of high end, hand stiched (army sniper inspired?) cycling gloves–especially those made out of African goatskin. Since my own cycling gloves have begun to disentegrate (always a sign of genuine wear and tear) I was hoping that some sort of unpaid Rapha sportswear sponsorship might come my way. Alas, I’ve had to replace my own gloves with a farily pedestrian pair made out of rawhide and polyblend thread. However, one of my cycling companions with excellent taste in bikes and garments purchased a pair of Raphas as a reward for surviving a near catastrophic cyling accident. So though I don’t own my own goat hair cycling gloves I at least have weekly visiting rights and visual access to probably the only existing pair in Lane County.