the Compass
What I Learn from My Family

In college when I had to lose myself to find my way, my family has gone from a dirty mirror to a microscope of resounding clarity in helping me to figure out my problems, find a course of action and motivate me to follow up. Gone are the days of just wondering into one of my brother’s rooms and having a wrestling match to help my settle my adolescent frustrations. Now, with my irons in the many fires of worldly ambition, I need a logical voice of reason, expertise in areas beyond my understanding and usually a few beers. My family provides just those things. 

A little context should help you understand why my I seek and receive help. First, I’m an industrial engineering in a healthcare system. I work for a large, political and bureaucratic organization. While my schooling is based in statistics and science, execution of my work and ideas relies largely on communication, management and organization. While I’m not expert, I would say I have some experience in each of those realms that contrasts or compliments my family.

From my younger brother I learn patience, a warm positive approach to others and to the task at hand. Calm and resolved sense of excellence. Cutting edge nutrition and physical fitness information. 

From my older brother, prioritization and perseverance. As a Naval Academy graduate and current Navy officer, sacrifice certainly comes to mind and is reflected in the stories he tells me. He is married as well, so resolve and selflessness are demonstrated.

From my brother’s wife, who I affectionately call my sister, a never ending well of love and care for others, regardless of their disposition towards her. Undying compassion for children, animals and families. A faith in a higher being.

My mother is a voice of reason, as all mothers are. She knows my tendencies, my traps and what can heal me in times of need.

My father is the stalwart of the family, the flying flag of work ethic and determination on the borderline of obsessive. He knows how to run a team or organization effectively, getting the right people on the boat and then sailing for as long as possible. He sticks to his principles and inspires me to develop principles of my own.

It’s important that I constantly remind myself that these people are here for me as much I am here for them, and that I’m never alone in a time of need. They all are favorites on my phone, and the first to call when I need guidance on the subject matter of their expertise. That’s a slightly technical way of saying I love their perspective on life and their support for me.

drakes-london:

A huge thank you to C’H’C’M’ for hosting another successful Drake’s Pop Up Sale.

Another thank you must go out to all of you who braved the extreme weather conditions and managed to make it to the sale! Was great to meet some of our New York based customers. 

I shopped that.

thearmoury:

… and now we’re open - The Armoury NYC, 168 Duane St

thearmoury:

… and now we’re open - The Armoury NYC, 168 Duane St

A Poem for my Father

Lately troubles have mounted, some real, others imagined.

But for each, I plan, think and wonder; and each time I see the bottom.

Picture your most empty fantasy. A wet stone well, with only you in it.

An open field at midnight,with no sign of light. 

A car, heading no where.

This is where I end up, the place with no fuel,and a list of destinations to be visited.

During those times, symbols give me strength.

I remember the cuffs of iron and blood around my ankles;

not withholding but securing, with me constantly in the face of winds.

So I adjust my chains and I clench my fists,

poised in readiness, and attack the monster in front of me.

Lifted, pushed by a source of light that comes from within me but represents another.

You’ve always played a bigger game than you’ve let on. Had your hand in things when you wished it weren’t.

Until I found you out, but still the shuffle you created left a mess.

So with that mess cleaned up, let’s continue. And I say let’s because i can’t do this without you.

Stop. Whatever it is you’re doing.

Stop tweeting. Stop reading. Stop thinking about something other than what’s in front of you.

Stay on the phone for longer than needed.

Take my hand.

Hold me for longer than you feel comfortable until your discomfort fades away. Years if need be.

Kiss me for no reason.

Just look me in the eyes in silence if all else fails.

Because I have seen into your eyes, when you hold the gaze long enough.

I see purity. But I also see pain. Or maybe it’s a reflection of my own.

Either way we can heal in the time spent together.

I have listened to too many stories of unfulfilled parental relationships.

I’m not willing to let you go so easily.

So embrace me, so I can feel the strength and wisdom you have.

That we, together, can create more than we could apart. That’s love.

With that love, I’ll carry on. The monsters will fade. And I can show another how to love.

Like your mother and father did for you, let me be your steward, your beacon.

Let me show everyone how great I am, by showing them how great you are.

A few questions to think about

What good are you suits, if you don’t wear them? 

What good is your body, if you don’t maintain it? 

What good are your morals, if you don’t uphold them?

What good is your self, if you don’t know it? 

What good is your craft, if you don’t expand it? 

What good are the rules, if you don’t break them? 

ethandesu:

Black Braided Tassels
There is something I love about a black loafer for winter, for grey cashmere socks and flannel trousers, for a charcoal tweed jacket and white jeans, for black cords and an oatmeal cashmere cable knit.
There is something slightly preppy, but also slightly finger snapping and cool about black loafers. With dark selvedge denim and white button down.
There is something I really love about winter.

ethandesu:

Black Braided Tassels


There is something I love about a black loafer for winter, for grey cashmere socks and flannel trousers, for a charcoal tweed jacket and white jeans, for black cords and an oatmeal cashmere cable knit.

There is something slightly preppy, but also slightly finger snapping and cool about black loafers. With dark selvedge denim and white button down.

There is something I really love about winter.

voxsart:

Rio de Janeiro, 1941.
The Walt that you didn’t know.

too cool not to share

voxsart:

Rio de Janeiro, 1941.

The Walt that you didn’t know.

too cool not to share

voxsart:

1955.
Tweed suit by Brooks Brothers.

voxsart:

1955.

Tweed suit by Brooks Brothers.

thearmoury:

ethandesu:

The 748 Cap Toe Derby in Cognac Cordovan
Carmina for The Armoury

Available in the online store

the perfect looking blutcher, in a just right shade of brown

thearmoury:

ethandesu:

The 748 Cap Toe Derby in Cognac Cordovan

Carmina for The Armoury

Available in the online store

the perfect looking blutcher, in a just right shade of brown

thearmoury:

The blue butcher striped shirt, pictured here in its Liverano guise, is one of those rare things that may actually be even more versatile than a white shirt. Whereas white can be quite stark and formal, the blue butcher stripe in a very pale tone works in both very casual, fun combinations and in more serious contexts as well. 
As for those who guessed the crests and motifs in yesterday’s post  correctly, I award thee with 1 bonus point. If you collect “several” bonus points, you could win a “prize”. 

Some madras inspiration

thearmoury:

The blue butcher striped shirt, pictured here in its Liverano guise, is one of those rare things that may actually be even more versatile than a white shirt. Whereas white can be quite stark and formal, the blue butcher stripe in a very pale tone works in both very casual, fun combinations and in more serious contexts as well. 

As for those who guessed the crests and motifs in yesterday’s post  correctly, I award thee with 1 bonus point. If you collect “several” bonus points, you could win a “prize”. 

Some madras inspiration