Best Made Company Pocket Axe

While woodsy Americana gracefully saunters ever forward, we should all naturally be drawn to the following question: You can wear the plaid, but can you wield the axe? Now, while I haven't swung an axe in some time, I will happily admit that the Best Made Company Pocket Axe has me itching to hack away at some innocent timber. And why not? BMC founders Peter-Buchanan Smith and Graeme Cameron started their company based on their simple yearning for a good piece of hickory and steel. (And of course, their theme song is "Chopping Time" by The Billie Hollies.) Now, while a painted axe handle doesn't exactly spark images of muscle and sweat, BMC uses the color - as well as individual branding and a leather wrist strap - to create a blade that will most certainly turn heads both in and out of the cabin. Is it weird if I wish the red colorway is authentic ox blood?

10 for the Weekend

Mahnhattan

911

Billy Kirk 232 Duffle Bag

Thomas Neulinger

Apolis Activism Stripe Pocket T

The Ross Sea Party (Your new favorite band)

Mosley Tribes

Moore & Giles Waxwear Picnic Tote

Hauer

K-Pow Coffee Bar

Girl Meets Machine

No matter what you put off to your friends, there is an unexplainable delight in the sex and seduction of both car and girl on vintage film. To be more precise, there's really nothing more fantastical to the man and his machine than to have a sultry damsel gracefully lying about on the hood and trunk. (And being that I don't currently own a car, I will say the image of a girl on all fours awkwardly tangled in my bike spokes doesn't exactly speak volumes to what some call fantasy.) Say what you please, but whether she's driver, passenger or mere hood ornament, there is nothing like the sensations caused by the other-worldly powers of female and well-designed steel.

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Dark Roasted Blend

Still "Breathless" at 50

There is a place where you are completely free to revel in the beauty of Paris and Jean Seberg. A place where the anti-hero is actually cooler than the "guys in the movies" he's trying to imitate. It's a place effortlessly soaked in the rhythms and nuances of a time and place, with the unmistakable sights, sounds and sex appeal of vintage Paris still ringing true to present day. More than a place, it's a phenomenon of sorts, riddled with countless cultural references, but still entirely original with each new visit. In this place, coherence and continuity are substituted for effortlessly cool obscurity and incoherence. Car chases. Cigarettes. Women. Crime. Existential questions. The Champs Elysees! It's everything a movie should be, and everything it shouldn't. It's a timeless piece of cinema that, for a magical 90 minutes, makes no sense and yet makes all sense, transcending all relevance and reference to become something that is the pinnacle of what cool was and what cool will forever be...leaving everyone in it's path altogether breathless.

MAKR Two Tone Flap Wallet

I recently had a mildy beer-fueled discussion with a young lady who was arguing for the importance of a man's footwear and what it says about the gentleman on the whole. Now, while I am in full concurrence with her sentiments (along with the vitality of a solid time piece), I must now argue for the importance of the invisibles, a.k.a. the wallet that quietly sits inside the pockets of a modern gentry. It must be understood that even though I do miss my "genuine leather" Lions Club wallet passed on from my grandfather (with branded club logo, mind you), MAKR has created a line of goods perfectly capable of not only replacing such losses, but making you want to pull the damn thing out as much as humanly possible. MAKR's recent Two Tone Flap Wallet collaboration with Acrimony is no different, making for an item that converges both function and style with Horween leather, hand-stitched detailing and a unique colorway strap that will most assuredly only improve with age and wear. The wallet has yet to be "officially" released, but my guess is that once released it'll find a welcome place next to my iPhone on the dining table. That is, until someone finally allows me to put my feet up during dinner.

[via Selectism]

Be-Spoke

Brenton Wood "Give Me Some Kind of Sign"

...because it's just that kind of Friday morning.