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Archival Footwear – Clog Boots

January 3rd, 2012
Clog traces

Probably not for the faint of heart, clog boots are the polar opposite of those ghastly five-toed shoes. I’m fond of my worry-free Muck Boots for wet and cold conditions while working or playing outside. But upon revisiting the much-missed little log cabin, I was reminded of a more archival option – the clog boot.

Archival options from Barbour (not in current line). via Thornproof.

Clogmaster boots

The Clogmaster herself – a staunch clog advocate.

Phil Howard boots with tin toe tips.

Phil Howard’s Gibson Lace.

Walkley Brogue Boot
The Walkley Farmer’s Clog (my optical favorite)
The Walkley Safety Clog

Walkley Para Boot

Jeremy Atkinson handmakes everything to order (even the wooden soles).

Archival Field Trip: PDX March 2010

March 24th, 2010


Quick trip up to Portland to meet Patrick Long (Chester Wallace) and check in with our friend Jordan over at Winn Perry. We’ve been admiring Patrick’s bags from afar and wanted to share information on supply sources and manufacturing processes. Patrick toured us around his Hawthorne area studio where we works on both Chester Wallace products and original freelance illustrations. Patrick was a total delight. We’d ask him a question and then, before he could respond, we’d get distracted by something in his studio (a sample book or a photo). We’re hoping he’ll visit us in Eugene so we can finish our conversations. A favorite moment was when Patrick showed us a Chester Wallace bag prototype he had sewn 20 years ago. I love seeing historical evidence of dedication to a single design, concept or project.

Afterwards, Patrick directed us to a top notch taco cart on SE Division. In the middle of our meal, he reappeared by bike bearing two macaroon cookies he had baked that morning.

Additional visual notes from our visit to Winn Perry and the not-to-be-missed Clogmaster.










Chester Wallace studio

















Archival Clogs

December 16th, 2008
Troentorp Pablo Clogs w/Alpendale Knickers

Dansko Professional commuter clogs

Riding the rollers in clogs and corduroy trousers

Dansko Professional and Troentorp Pablo tread marks

Sanita Pro closed back clogs (as worn by the Metrofiets creator)

Ever since I saw this picture of Aspen Gent, I’ve revised my attitude towards clogs as everyday footwear. My own brand preference is for Bastad Troentrop “Pablo” wood clogs with a full a closed heel and steel toe. In my friend circles, the Dansko professional is a wardrobe staple. One user adds that in wet climates like Eugene, Oregon, the Danskos are ideal because they permit you to walk above–rather than around –most standing water.

A lesser known fact about clogs is that they make perfect footwear for fixed gear bicycle riding. I have found that clogs act like the stiff sole of a cycling shoe (something like duegi keiren 103 shoes), providing additional power transfer to the pedal. The downside, of course, is that you lose the ability to add clips and leather toe straps to the total stylistic system of your bicycle.

If you’re in the market for a handmade pair of clogs, I found a shop in the UK, The Clog and Shoe Workshop, manufacturing clogs in workboot and lace-up styles. I suggest a visit to the company website if only to see the antique clog work boots from 1943.

More Pictographic Gents: George Hearn and Aspen Man

February 1st, 2008


On the tail of a disappointing Johnny Depp/Sweeney Toddy, ST and I are revisiting the original source material, the 1982 Showtime production featuring Angela Lansbury and the amazing George Hearn as Benjamin Barker, alias Sweeney Todd. By way of Sweeney, we’re now moving on to a full blown George Hearn fan spree (though I love Lansbury, her work does not inspire/require repeat screenings). After going through the Showtime production several times, I dug up an old VHS recording of the San Fran concert version featuring Hearn and Patty Lupone (OK… but why must concert versions of musicals make ANY attempt at costuming or dramatic staging???). Now, we’ve abandoned Sweeney for Hearn in the La Cage Aux Folles broadway cast recording. Perhaps, because I’m surviving winter by high coffee dosages and rousing musical anthems, I cannot get the La Cage, Hearn/All cast finale out of my head:

The best of times is now.
What’s left of Summer
But a faded rose?
The best of times is now.
As for tomorrow,
Well, who knows? Who knows? Who knows?
So hold this moment fast,
And live and love
As hard as you know how.

I like this part best:

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Another entry in the pictographic archive of gents: Aspen man. Not certain of this gent’s printed identity (pullled from the pages of an old Vanity Fair magazine, now lapsed), but he’s been a standing sartorial role model for me for several years. To him, I attribute my ability to wear Troentorp wooden clogs.

Knicker (Plus Two) Madness

December 3rd, 2006




Ever since I saw Liza Minnelli perform the Bye Bye Blackbird number in Liza with a Z, I’ve had knickers (or more accurately, plus twos or britches or breeks) on the brain. Now, as it turns out, knickers are re-emerging as a major fashion item on the cycling/bike messenger scene. On bike listservs like the I-bob list, references to knickers (knicker glories, knicker styling, knicker fabric selection/preferences) abound. Folks are sporting italian military issue “alpine trousers” scored at army surplus depots and a fine fellow in Los Angeles is designing a new, all gabardine, “dress” knicker manufactured just for him by an LA garment maker.

I’ve always liked the idea of knickers but shied away from actually wearing a pair due to my short height (fearing that the plus two or plus four look–two or four inches below the knee) might have the optical effect of cutting me into funny tear- away pieces. But now, emboldened by all this internet chatter and fixed gear hipster posturing, I’m breaking out my own carefully archived stockpile of wool and cord breeks (plus purchasing the necessary color neutral knee high socks to wear underneath). Today, I shall honor tin cloth Mondays by sporting a pair of vintage Filson ladies Whipcord climbing breeches (a necessary transgression since Filson didn’t bother to manufacturer tin cloth trousers in plus two or four dimensions).