OK. You’re 50. A long way past the natural age for living exclusively in Jordan 1s and Vans slip-ons. You still wear them, of course, out of habit and mild defiance, but every once in a while that little voice shows up and says, maybe it’s time to dress like a grown man. The problem is you don’t want to feel like a banker or suffer through shoes that feel like medieval punishment devices. Fair enough.

I think I found the answer, at least for me. The Sanders Military Derby. It’s a dead simple shoe that somehow manages to dress up or down without making a fuss about it. Goodyear welted, lug sole, built for abuse, and shockingly comfortable because it was originally designed for the British military, not a runway or a boardroom.

The bad news is the price. About $400, which is enough to make you pause and rethink your life choices.

But here’s the move. There’s a guy on eBay selling factory rejects for about half that. I grabbed a pair, fully expecting something obvious and ugly, and I’ll be damned if I can find what’s wrong with them.

Anyway, that’s the play. Details here.

So you’re looking for something a little more civilized than a sweatshirt, but you still want to stay warm and comfortable. And not just that, you want it built like a brick shit house, made in the USA, with no corners cut. Fine. WiesMade has you covered.

I got this cardigan for Christmas, and it’s the real deal. Heavy, substantial, and tough in that quiet, confidence-inspiring way. Is it $228 incredible? Yeah… maybe it is. At this point, I think we’ve all just come to terms with the fact that genuinely good shit costs real money.

Details here.

This is the best chore coat I’ve ever owned. The Cunningham Coat by Imperfects. If you haven’t tried one, now’s the time. At $140, you flat-out can’t beat it. I’ve had mine for years and I abuse the damn thing in the shop – grease, oil, wood glue, whatever happens to get thrown at me. It just shrugs it all off and looks better and better every day…

Details here.

There’s a whole shitload of collaborations going on here, but the end game is some pretty dope looking Sk8-Hi shoes. I prefer the camo… All of em drop on November 21.

Details here.

Nobody needs a $250 work shirt for winter. Hell, the idea of it sounds ridiculous. You can walk into Costco or Walmart, grab a thick flannel for thirty bucks, beat it to hell all season, and toss it when it starts to look like Swiss cheese. That’s the working man’s logic… and it holds up just fine.

But… there’s another side to this argument, and it involves opening your wallet a little wider.

Freenote sent me their Dayton shirt, built from 6-ounce Japanese wool and stitched here in the U.S. The thing feels bombproof and somehow still fits like a tailored piece. Yeah, it’s $250, and yeah, that’s insane money for a shirt. But after wearing it, I can’t help but wonder if it’s actually worth it.

Time will tell.

Details here.

I’ve never hidden it – I’ve got a thing for Red Wing boots. Been wearing the same pair of 1178s since my feet stopped growing, and lately I’ve been living in my Iron Rangers. So when Goods & Services teamed up with Red Wing, my radar lit up.

But instead of a boot, they dropped a Postman shoe… and it’s cool as hell. Clean lines, classic silhouette, and just enough attitude to stand out without screaming.

Details here.

I’ve been tangled up with Ebbets Field for a long damn time—customer, collaborator, full-blown admirer of the madness they stitch into every thread. They make clothes the right way—none of that offshore sweatshop polyester garbage. We’re talking historical textiles, archival patterns, and craftsmanship sharp enough to draw blood. These maniacs know what they’re doing.

Now they’re gearing up to launch a new line—built on the sacred bones of their old fabrics and cuts, but with a few modern twists tossed in for good measure. I’ve seen what’s coming, and I can tell you right now: these things are going to kick the living hell out of anything else on the rack.

Details here—strap in.

END and Vans just cooked up a sneaker bastardized by military fetishism—stitched together with the ghost of mil-spec parachutes. All white, sterile as a government lab, but give ‘em time. Once they’re scuffed, stained, and properly abused, they’ll have some soul.

Pricey, of course. And good luck getting your hands on a pair—these things will disappear faster than a government budget surplus.

Details here.