It’s officially chino season here in Montana. At least in was on Monday at 70°. This morning I woke up to snow. Ahh Montana weather. 

Anyhow, in my small book of rules number 26 reads “Never, ever, under any condition, wear a jean jacket with jeans.” So now that I’m rocking my 5EP chinos on the daily, I stack the jean jacket on top. I still regret never popping the Margiela jean jacket with the Lee zig-zag stitch down the front. Over-dyed and out-of-reach at the time. From that point on, I’ve been on the hunt for the original sanforized Lee Rider Jacket. And today it fell on me. 

I’ve never been one for country clubs or last names as firsts. But tennis I love. I remember once, Franklin Foster invited me to play in the member/non-member tennis tournament at Bedford Golf and Tennis. We killed it and I think i’ll go down in history as the first jewish kid with his name on the cup. They were pissed for sure. Side note: The Clintons wanted to move to Bedford but decided against it after being denied membership at the country club.

Anyhow, last night my old pal Selden Benett Daume II gave me a pair of vintage Nantucket Reds. From Murrays, made in the USA. I used to group pink pants and madras pants in the same catagory as “things never to wear.” My dad and I used to refer to these as ”jackass pants”

For some reason I couldn’t resist the Jackasses. Was it the broken-in chino, the taboo color, the wrath of comments i knew i’d get from my wife…ah fuck it! Today I rocked em with a navy 45RPM polo and mesh Ivan Lendls.

Here are a few classics to get you in the spirit 
 

Valentino Spedici Zippicelli with his beloved deep dish rims made of the finest balsa wood. I dream of 404s on my next road bike. Maybe for the Rapha Continental ride.