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Archival Field Trip – Freeman (Seattle)

October 3rd, 2014

In 2012, we reviewed the Freeman Jacket, an impressive, made in Seattle, rain jacket sized for ladies and gents.   Freeman is the perfect alternative for folks seeking a well styled, classic jacket made from more technical fabrics.  Freeman now sells a range of  jackets and appearel in a new brick and mortar shop located on the west side of Capital Hill in Seattle.  We’re pleased to say that Freeman now sells a few of our favorite AC bags including the Archival Rolltop, the Flap Musette and  Dopp Kit. I stopped by on Friday to say hello and take a few snaps.

Modern shopkeeps

Rolltop Freeman Bote

Archival Rolltop in cinnamon canvas duck plus Freeman waterbottles by Liberty


Freeman branded cap


Classic range of Freeman jackets

Freeman shirting

Pointer Brand Chore Coat and Freeman Shirting

Tellason _Vest

Of of my favorite Freeman offerings – the Freeman/Tellason Denim Vest


Teranishi Wallets


Left Fields

Denim offerings – Tellason and Left Field

Freeman sign


Flap Musettes and dopps

Dopps and Flap Musettes


Brittany in the backroom

New England Footwear

New England Outerwear Company

Rolltop Windo

AC Window Dressing

Archival Skate Punks

June 13th, 2012

A recent article in the Times about middle aged skaters prompted me to dig out archival evidence of my own short lived career as a skate punk.

In the mid 1980s there was a boom in half pipe construction in my hometown of Richland, Washington. My favorite ramp, located a block from my house, was built by classmate Nate Mendel, a member of the local punk band Diddly Squat and future bassist for the Foo Fighters. While tiny, the Diddly Squat ramp was easy to ride and provided key access to Nate’s mother’s collection of LPs.

As it were, I preferred skate clothing (emphasis on vintage cardigans, madras shorts and Converse low tops) and skate culture (zines, tunes, shows and shops) to skating itself.

My friends and I referred to ourselves the Asphalt Flowers and spent most of our time coaching each other and documenting our efforts with a poor quality Ricoh point and shoot.

Many of the best ramps and skate spots were located in new housing developments on the edge of town.

“Dance of the lens cap”

I retired my board, a Brand X Weirdo, after a few too many spills.

Shaky on my pins in 2012

Archival Field Trip: Seattle (July 2010)

August 2nd, 2010

U-District farmers market

Paseos (Ballard)

Ballard Nautical Supplies

Japanese magazines at Uwajimaya

Sara, Bruce and I took a quick trip up to Seattle. Our primary mission was to visit friend Eliz and select buttons for our shawl collar sweater project. Unfortunately, a highway breakdown delayed out trip by a half day as we waited out an alternator repair in Winlock, Washington. (Happily, this permitted us to catch up on Hollywood gossip courtesy of Payneless Auto’s well stocked library of Entertainment Weekly magazines).

While we had to postpone our trip to Centralia Knitting Mills, we did make it up to Seattle in time to enjoy salted caramel ice cream with friend/DJ/author Kurt Reighley who is about to go on the road to promote his new book, United States of Americana. Saturday, we visited The Field House and some of our usual to-dos: eateries, farmers markets, movies, bike shops and coffee shops. Here’s our new favorite Double Americano companion:

Effi (Scottish Oat Cake) @ Macrina Bakery

From the Archives: Yakima Climbing Youth

July 30th, 2010

OK, we know that the Life archive has been endlessly passed around the circle, but it doesn’t mean that the images aren’t brilliant. Having grown up rock climbing, I’m stuck on these kids from Yakima, Washington, right now. You cannot fail with khakis, Chucks, and poplin anoraks. Sign me up.

LL adds: one hopes these gents purchased their archival camping supplies from Sears Tent & Awning–a venerable canvas awning and canopy company still open for business in Yakima, Washington.

Saudade: Spudnut Donuts

May 5th, 2006

In her show “Andrea sings Astaire,” cabaret diva Andrea Marcovicci first introduced me to the Portugese word “saudade” which, to quote web resource, is a “vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist.” Marcovicci uses the term to characterize her encounters with the film story world of Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire–one which Marcovicci longs to inhabit, recreate, adorn, grasp and ultimately invoke through her own cabaret stylings.

Most of my own adult life is fevered by various strains of saudade–saudade for the gold rush outfits found in old Filson catalogues, saudade for Kurt Weill tunes sung by Lotte Lenya, saudade for my past life as a character in a John Ford cavalry film, saudade for French and Italian lugged steel bicycles which I vaguely remember seeing for sale in a local Schwinn shop thirty years ago and saudade for restaurants which have gone out of business and/or foods which I consumed as a child (cheesey, bready, sugary items for which a nostalgia cookbook contract will never be extended).

I’m in my hometown again this weekend occupying a strange sliver of experience–eating a spudnut donut which both undermines my saudade while reinforcing the time sensitivity of nostalgia. Although the spudnut (potato flour) donut remains available, and has been available since the late forties, it really only can exist in the real, in the mouth, for an instant, as ephemeral pith, before it hits the memory bank and bloodstream (in that order). In short, spudnuts must be consumed within a very specific unspecified time after their creation or else they will seize up and harden–transforming themselves into something loaflike and unmemorable.

Each time I’m in Richland, Washington, I time my visit to the Spudnut shop (fortunate that it remains in business) so that I may possibly experience the spudnut donut in its most perfect state of resting decay: here, insert perfect donut description to which I add the following adjectives: airy, lofty, golden hued, lightly glazed.