“I wish I had a better camera.”
I’ve found myself saying this sentence a lot lately, ever since I decided that shooting film was an expendable expense (sacrilege, I know) and that my iPhone camera would suffice for whatever photos I might to take during the course of a day. But last night at Club Monaco‘s Fall/Winter preview, I felt like I’d been caught in the rain without an umbrella.
I often worry that this site focuses far too much on my aspirations and inspirations, without paying enough attention to my realities. Do I wear bespoke ghurka pants? No. Do I own benchmade white bucks? No. Do I own a Volkswagen Thing, or for that matter, even a car? God, no. Let’s face it, I’m a twenty-one year old living in one of the most expensive cities in the world, and my daily expenses pretty much price me out of ninety percent of what I write about on this site. Which is why if I was being honest, I’d say that Club Monaco is realistically one of the brands that best suits me in my current standing.
What Aaron Levine and co. have done over at Club Monaco during the past few years is nothing short of remarkable, filling a dual role as interpreter and teacher. I look at Club like a shrewd older brother of sorts, guiding a younger set on what products are actually worth spending our hard earned shekels on, and what pieces are nothing short of passing fads. And the best part of this is that there is no litmus test to shopping at Club – you don’t need to be some twenty-something menswear nerd with enough free hours in the day to scour the internet to find a belted cardigan, all you need to do is pay a visit to your local mall.