Showing posts with label desert boots. Show all posts
Showing posts with label desert boots. Show all posts

7/3/12

midweSTYLE: Desert Boots Resoled



So, after a little over two years, I wore a hole straight through the crepe sole of my Clarks desert boots. After a round of violent weeping and gnashing of teeth, I was prepared to hold a burial service, or another memorial of similar gravitas. These felt like the boots I became a man in, or something. 

While the term "essential" is egregiously overused, desert boots are one of a handful of items that actually deserve the title. They go with damn near everything, and I found myself wearing them almost every day for a year or so—a default for my feet. Thus, when they were finally unwearable, I was just short of devastated. 

Then came the decision. Do I pitch them? Buy a new pair? Do I spring for a resole? WHAT DO I DO NOW?


What it really came down to was whether I should re-support Clarks, who was probably going to just fine if I didn't, or whether I should put money toward a local cobbler to hook me up with a new sole. 

In that light, the answer made itself abundantly clear. 

Tucked away in the shadows of the Francis Quadrangle's infamous columns, on 8th Street in Columbia, Missouri, sits a little shop called Dawson's Shoe Repair. I had walked by countless times, never giving the unassuming brick storefront a second thought—that is, until I wore a hole in the sole of one of my most beloved possessions. 

Inside, I was greeted by a friendly man named Bob who took my Clarks, offered me a slew of resoling options, and promised to do his best with the monster ripple soles I had chosen. Bob, who has worked at Dawson's since he completed his service in the Air Force in 1971, made quick work of my order and after a few days, I had fallen back in love with my old, worn-out desert boots. When it was all said and done, the price tag came to $75 to have my well-loved boots resurrected with a patina and sole that I don't think you'll find anywhere else. Compare that to the $100 I might have spent on a pair of new boots, and I'd say I came out with the better end of the deal.


The only task left is to find a fitting nickname. Suggestions welcome.


On Cameron: "The Henley" in California wash by Baldwin Denim; green waffle henley by Old Navy; striped shirt by Steven Alan; submariner watch by Military Watch Co.; whiskey tortoise "Preston" eyeglasses by Warby Parker; desert boots by Clarks, resole by Bob Wood at Dawson's Shoe Repair. 

Photography by Jarred Donalson.

12/26/11

midweSTYLE: Easy Rider


Merry Christmas, y'all.

I'm sure you're all coming down from your food comas and/or worn out from exploring the full utilities of your copious amounts of swag, so I'll keep it short.

We got back to the farm from our yearly Christmas visit to my dad's childhood Episcopal church and decided to go for a Sunday afternoon ride. We were losing light, so rather than waste time changing out of church clothes, I threw on some jeans and called it good.

Meet Fuerte, our Peruvian Paso Fino gelding.



On Seth: Chambray work shirt (Michigan Avenue Bloomingdales, sale $50 reg. $115) by Gant Rugger; neck tie passed down from grandfather; Mad Men cardigan courtesy of Banana Republic; "Walker" raw denim courtesy of JBrand; brown herringbone socks courtesy of Falke; "Beeswax" desert boots (Nordstrom Rack, sale $50 reg. $110); "Weekender" watch (Amazon.com, $30) by Timex; fish-hook tie clip ($20) by Buckshot Sonny's; deadstock copper latch bracelet with holes (gift from Jeff—what a friend).

Photos by Israel Putnam.
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