As my world evolved, I developed a strong interest and appreciation of the design, architecture, fashion, art and the food that were always all around me.
I met the most amazing and inspiring people in the world but the ones that I really admire and remember are the passionate men that live their lives to the fullest with a burning fire in their heart for everything they do. I like to think I’m one of those men.
I dress with style, I follow a certain code of honour with respect for everyone, nature and our past, as I look forward. I am and act like a man, not a boy.
I value some real face time with friends over a drink, cooking dinner or a hunt. And I prefer to make a difference and better the world, than play with gadgets by my self, at home - alone.
A modern day Ernest Hemmingway
You can’t make this shit up, no matter how hard you try. The fact that I found this passage while googling ‘urban huntsman’, what I reckon to be the slightly more delusional cousin of the Sloaney ‘urban farmer’ (a.k.a. the rus-in-urbe), made me realize there must be a contingent of stunods out there who think similarly. That means there might be an additional audience besides the more common ‘classic menswear’ fashionistos, for this belted corduroy safari jacket. Let’s see how many urban huntsmen will heart this scan from L’Optimum magazine from 1996. And let’s find out just how many of my 16 followers are part of the fifth column that will inevitably ruin everything and anything worthwhile.
From L’Optimum, 1996. Saharienne by Patrick Cox, picture by Adam Savitch. More hipster shit here.
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