I want you to analyze the writing below and learn to write the same, i recently took a trip to Guatemala and stayed in lake Atitlan and Antigua, with my girlfriend of 1 year and two friends who are dating each other. i shot photos of my girlfriend on film and need an instagram caption about the trip. We drove 3 hours to the lake and enjoyed the water and exploring. using this information and the writing previously provided. can you write me something in the same style about my trip

I CAME UP with the idea for an Adventure Issue the moment I saw the incredible portfolio of George Rodger, the debonair guy in the beret on this issue's cover, standing on the hood of his Land Rover. A co-founder of Magnum Photos, he documented his 1957 Saharan journey with his wife, Jinx, for National Geographic, which my friend Russell Blackmore from Sonic Editions shared with me, knowing I would love it. I couldn't believe how insanely daring the trip was, and how beautifully documented, and I felt like people needed to see these pictures outside of this private portfolio (though you can also now buy these limited-edition prints at soniceditions.com/wmbrown). Adventure is the thread connecting all the stories -from cars and watches to meals and gear, they are all inspired by a love for exploration, grit, and the great outdoors.
The stories in this issue are meant to inspire with transportive visuals and essays. There is more to some of them- how to make the boar ragu from The Hunt, recipes from Brad Leone's Field Notes, cocktail ideas from Morgan Weber, who takes us inside the art of traditional sotol distilling. These details will be appearing in Wm Brown Weekly, a (not always weekly) Substack newsletter I launched last fall to fill the gaps between issues of the magazine, and which is full of more practical and hard-working intel, from tailoring tips and advice about luggage to my favorite vermouths or places in Italy. Paid subscribers can access the archival content, pose questions for me to answer (instead of DM'ing me on Instagram, which I can never keep track of) and be the first to know of new collab product drops-all of which feels like timely tracks forward in the adventure that is the Wm Brown Project.


WHEN I GET off a plane in Italy, the first meal I crave isn't cacio e pepe or vongole, but a classic toast. These are typically made from a slice of prosciutto cotto (cooked ham) and fontina pressed between two slices of white bread, with the bread cut so thin the press gives them a crackery crunch. You can find toast in any bar that serves coffee and panini, and they can be just as good in an Autogrill off of the highway as they are at Caffè Gilli in Florence. That said, I've found it's become something of a vanishing art as plain toasts are replaced by fan-cier-style sandwiches even in the humblest cafes. But when I find these simple twists on the classic grilled ham and cheese, they're just perfection washed down with an espresso macchiato. 



The Library
WHEN I WAS a kid, I remember my dad reading books about incredible adventures that seemed to take him very far away from our world in Binghamton, New York. My own direct initiation into this genre was the book Alive, by Piers Paul Read, the now infamous true story about the Uruguayan rugby team that crashed in the Andes mountains and their rather desperate tactics to survive. I eventually moved on to nonfiction yarns like Peking to Par-is, about the iconic motorcar race in 1907, and Moonfire, Norman Mailer's retelling of the 1969 moon landing. I likewise find vicarious thrills through resourceful cookbooks like After The Hunt, with the how-to on cooking wild boar and alligator, or the scout friendly The Field and Forest Handy Book. I think on some level I'm prodded by the thought that if I someday find myself in a life-or-death situation, I will have laid in some survivalist knowledge. At this point I will never scale the heights of Everest, but I love reading Sir Edmund Hillary's account of his team's endurance and their almost superhuman conquest to plant their flag on the roof of the earth.


The Scent
NOTHING SMELLS OF adventure quite like
Bay Rum. It evokes months at sea, sailing the world in search of riches. The scent has its roots in the West Indies of several hundred years ago, when sailors navigating that region used the bay leaf and its berries steeped in rum as a cologne to mask the stink of long stretches at sea. It was also a popular scent for men aboard ships during WWII, an antidote for the same hygiene problem. The scent evolved into a timeless cologne and hair tonic that has now become an old-school standard in men's grooming, with its exotic Caribbean spices that are woody and sweet. Bay Rum is one of those true classics that can be found in men's shops around the world right next to the blue blazers and knit ties. It can also be found in your favorite barber shop, which is where I discovered this one made by my friend Roberto (aka Bob) Polidori. Bob is the owner of what is known to be the oldest barber shop in Rome, Genco Sala Da Barba on Via dei Por-toghesi, and for six years he has been bottling his own version, Genco Bay Rum. Drawn to the mix of history and masculine elegance represented in this scent, he produces around 50 bottles or so a year-an infusion of exotic spices, citrus and bay leaves in añejo rum that comes from a centuries-old pirate recipe. MH



Work in Progress
I AM A huge Land Rover fan-
never before seen in the states (few
and of course I love Defenders (old
made it, if any). The car was in great
and new)-but I have always had a
condition with only a few body
sweet spot for the Discovery. After dings and dents, and its owner had
all, the Discovery (or "Disco") was preserved the interior with 5-speed
the first Land Rover I owned. It was
manual transmission and the origi-
a 1999 Discovery II in gold, to be nal 200 TDI engine. exact, and I loved it. Also, the Dis-
Yolanda and I flew into France,
covery is the 4×4 that conquered the drove across the border near San
jungle in the famous Camel Trophy.
Sebastian in Spain, and bought
They are comfortable and quiet, the car. We then spent a summer with some very practical upgrades driving it around Europe before
from the Defender.
shipping it back to New York. My
Yolanda and I had grown tired plan was to have Brooklyn Coach-of renting cars when we were vis- works turn it into a "WMB Edition" iting our house in France last sum-
Landy with just minor mechanical
mer (and the Panda is really only and restoration touches. It went practical as a market runner). So into the shop for the body dings- it I decided to look for a car to buy. I also got a fresh coat of paint, all-first spotted this Series One Land new plastic detailing, plus a new Rover Discovery on a web search set of rims and tires-and is look-for Discos in my region. I found ing sharp. Next up, I'll add some one in Spain, and I immediately fell negroni lifestyle touches: think in love with it. First, there was the portable bar and accessories. Stand color, negroni red, and the fact that by for the final reveal-then she is it was a 2-door version that I have going up for sale! MH



Object of Desire
I RARELY SHOOT film anymore, but when I found this Leica R3 35mm in olive green, I knew it was something I had to have in my life. Leica is such an iconic German brand, wielded by greats from Henri Cartier-Bresson to Robert Capa; all the best Magnum photographers use it. These were the photographers that inspired me to buy my first Leicas to begin with. I have had a stable of M and R bodies throughout the years, but never an R3 Safari in green, which was developed for use in the field in a limited edition of only 5,000 - released in 1976 and engraved with a serial number above the eye-piece. I think it's cool that Leica designed this camera to use in the bush of the Serengeti or the jungle of Sumatra, even though a black camera would be fine for camouflage purposes. I'm definitely packing it on my next hunting trip, but so far I've only made use of it in the urban jungle. MH


Gear Survey
IADMIT, I am not a camper. I have no nostalgia for the utilitarian Coleman Stove or sporks. But leave it to the Japanese to create the sexiest camping gear imaginable, seamlessly combining function, aesthetics, and elevated materials. Snow Peak was founded in 1958 by Japanese mountaineer Yukio Yamai in Japan's Niigata Prefecture, who recruited local fine metalworkers to create innovative climbing products. Now run by his son, the company continues to make minimalist, functional pieces that would look as at home in your pantry as tied to your backpack. I have Snow Peak pour-over coffee cones in Brooklyn and I use their butane torch to light my Weber upstate. Even the vacuum-in-sulated titanium sake set is simultaneously rug-ged, elegant and technologically advanced without looking techie. Picturing myself sipping a sake out of it by a sparking fire might almost tempt me to go camping. But not really. MH



The Valet
THE SWISS ARMY KNIFE was originally designed as a utility tool for soldiers in the 1880s-and immediately became iconic for its red handle, white cross, and clutch of miniature tools. Leave it to the Middle Europeans to create a pocketknife dedicated to good grooming. I find it so funny that this crafty survival gadget, so emblematic of daring Swiss mountaineering and military cun-ning, contains everything you need to care for your nails and cuticles. The Victorinox 580 houses a nail clipper, scissors, file, plus the all-important tweezer and toothpick.
But if you should find yourself in a pickle worthy of MacGyver (who carried a Vic-torinox Tinker), the scissors may be good enough to snip your way out. MH


Furnishings
OMERSA'S FOOTSTOOLS ARE one of the more unlikely heirloom traditions I can think of. Handcrafted in England since 1927 out of leather and stuffed with pine "wood wool, the story has it that they were created by a luggage-maker at Liberty of London looking to reuse leftover leather, where they sold exclusively until the 1970s. A Yugoslav immigrant named Dmitri Omersa took over the business and moved it to Hertfordshire, and his growing list of animals eventually became a mainstay underfoot in English country homes, including royal ones (Prince William has one). I always noticed them in the libraries and living rooms of the most high-Wasp houses growing up-and, of course, I was aware of them from the famous photo of Edie Sedgwick in Vogue, posing on a rhino version of the pouf. I've wanted to own one forever, and a few years ago, Yolanda bought me a vintage bull for Christmas. About a week later, I bought myself the pig. I'm still searching for a rhinoceros for my menagerie, which grows better and more burnished with age, thanks to the (socked and bare) footprints of time. MH



Found
RECENTLY, WHEN RUMMAGING around my mother's attic, I found this Ducks Unlimited hat of my dads.
My father had dozens of baseball caps, most of them from DU. My father was an avid, if not obsessed, duck hunter and was involved in the local chapter of Ducks Unlimited, where we lived in the Southern Tier of New York. DU conserves, restores, and manages wetlands and habitats for North America's waterfowl. There was duck everything all over our house growing up: carved wooden decoys, taxidermy ducks, waterfowl art, ashtrays and cocktail glasses. I felt a bit sorry that my mom had to live with all this, but my dad had passionately loved duck hunting and, more importantly, he loved ducks. This hat affirms for me that he was not alone. It is a hat that was worn to a DU convention or meet-up of some sort, decorated with pins that were exchanged and worn in solidarity for the commitment to this bird and to the sport. MH


"STYLE IS VERY personal. It has noth- sleeved sweatshirt. I coveted it for so ing to do with fashion. Fashion is over long that I finally convinced my friend quickly. Style is forever." This quote from
Chris of Goodlife to create a collabora-
Ralph Lauren has always resonated with tion with me based on it (Work in Prog-me. I'm always on the lookout for people ress). Vintage clothes have always been with great personal style, from skaters a part of my style dialogue, and in this on the subway to Milanese cab drivers.
issue, I feature two of my favorite spots
And while I may not dress like them, I in New York for epic finds (Rag Trade). deeply appreciate their personal expres- Even in the most unlikely places, like a sion. This issue is a celebration of style quail hunt in the South, I had profound inspiration that comes from...every- style takeaways (like the Russell Mocca-where. Our cover story features Team sin snake boots on page 2 and custom Cozy Boys, a very cool crew that I first canvas-faced brush pants), and in Flor-met at some Wm Brown events in the ida, I learned about "Hawkeye, a man city. These guys are a great cultural mix, who would inspire several additions to and I love how they put their individual my winter wardrobe, namely, vintage rac-looks of trad-urban-prep together. My coon coats. I had a vague recollection of friend Dewey Nicks (Furnishings) had a these coats being something Ivy League profound effect on my style in the early students would wear to football games 90s; his uniform of Gucei loafers paired in the 20s and 30s, but they were off my with 501s and v-neck cashmere sweaters radar until now - when I wear them to quickly became my own. This past year, outdoor winter dining or just to walk the I've watched the original Jaws more than dog on a frigid evening. Figuring out your I ever imagined (there's no cable service personal style is a journey, an evolution, at Wm Brown Farm, so we just watch and an expression of how you want the DVDs), and I became obsessed with Roy world to see you, and of how you want to Scheider's character Chief Brody's short move through it.




Obsessions
I FIRST SPOTTED a match strike in an antique store many years ago. I certainly didn't need one for any practical purpose, but I did like them as objects. I was surprised by how expensive they were - sometimes in the hundreds of dollars - so I started to search for them in flea markets and random vintage shops, hoping for a better deal. Match strikes are usually decorated with a family crest or some type of advertising in great colors and fonts, and are most often made of ceramic, but also in glass with silver de-tails. I like to group them on a shelf or on a side table next to a vintage ashtray and a humidor. Like most smoking paraphernalia, they are some of the best designed objects - rarely used, but thoroughly enjoyed. MH



Maschio Vero
OVER THE HOLIDAYS, I was showing my kindness, great generosity, and good conver-book, A Man and His Car, to a friend. She sation. He seldom talked about his own ori-told me about an extraordinary character she gins, and as far as anyone can remember, he knew as a kid growing up in the Adirondacks never had a job. He collected great American and that she would have loved for me to have cars from the industrial age of the late 20s and met him. He was a collector of beautifully craft- was overheard stating, "Every car after 1930 is ed things - cameras, boats, guns, and cars. He junk" Packards, Buicks, Marmors, Cadillacs, drove a Packard convertible in the winter, top and Pierce Arrows were kept in old weathered down, in a raccoon coat and driving cap, smok- barns and occasionally taken out for a drive, or ing a corn cob pipe. In the summer months, he were on display for friends and neighbors. would sit in a wicker chair on his front lawn, I took a deep dive, wearing my investiga-drinking Heinekens and feeding ravens. His tive reporter hat, trying to find the origin of full name was John "Hawkeye" Hawkinson.
this photograph - who took it and when?
I was intrigued to say the least and re-
Several weeks and countless conversations
searched him as soon as I got home. The first later, I tracked down the photographer, and picture to pop up was this one, and a deeper in the process, I heard over and over what dive led to his 2016 obituary. An eccentric col- an extraordinary man he was. I love charac-lector who shunned his family fortune for a ters like "Hawkeye" who do things their own simple, solitary life, he lived in Harrietstown, way... While he may have been beloved local-NY, in a small house with no running water ly, now we, too, know about him. May he be and, until the last few years of his life, no elec- a lesson to us all in finding our own way and tricity. His only companion was a pet spider.
forging our own paths, even if people per-
A mysterious character, he was known for his ceive us as eccentric. MH



Car Talk
DO YOU HAVE too much money? Does the thought of Eye? In that case, don thus a likely more valuable) shon
car or freshly restored machine. That perfect vehicle in
spending hours driving around to end up back where you probably be so nice you'll be afraid to drive it for fears.
started sound great? Do you have AAA on speed dial?
started sound grean etivity not really matter to you? Do a paint chip - and it probably won't run great because You enioy pain postions? Sounds like you are a car enthu- it has only ever driven from the garage to the trailer, te Shast Congrats on finding your way to this ridiculous and trailer to the show field, and then done the reverse ofthe
I'm not here to judge you; I'm a provider of product, not
wonderful hobby; were glad you're here.
an arbiter of taste - but be sure that you spend the most
Car collecting, or even the act of owning a single ve-
hicle that is not used for regular, reasonable transport, you can afford on the right car. And bear in mind, What hide that us. not shot, the hobby is about cars that are you think you are saving by soing cheap at the beginning more expensive than new models - but vastly less reli- you'll make up for by helping your mechanic buy his sec. able, efficient, safe, or comfortable. What the cars lack in ond home rectifying deferred maintenance. luxury and outright speed, they more than make up for in
Supposing you have selected the car of your dreams.
character and driver enjovment. Whether your interests now it is time to find it. In short, there are three places to in toward more modern supercars, trucks from the 70s, look: classifieds, auctions, and dealers. There was once a
sports cars from the 60s, luxury cars from the 30s, racers time when finding a great car meant digging through the
from the 1910s, or anything in between, it's a wonderful back of Road es Track and the Sunday New Kork Times, hobby that most people will never understand.
but now Google works pretty great. With classified ads
Buying a car is pretty easy in concept - execution is and most online auctions - which are functionally the harder. Collector cars are, by their very nature, used. Like same as classified ads but the price is determined by com-some other collectibles, namely watches, how they've munal debate rather than private bickering - you are been used varies. Some have been relentlessly babied, responsible for all ends of the deal - money transfer, ti-barely ever driven, and hermetically kept from the ills of tlework, etc. And you have little or no recompense if what the outside world. Or maybe they've been freshly restored you buy is misrepresented. With a dealer, and definite-to 'as new condition? Those cars tend to look great, but ly with a proper auction house like the one for which I run terribly because a complex machine that is not used toil, Bonhams, you are ensured a smooth transaction in-will inevitably fail when operated. On the other end of somuch that payment will result in a car and good title, the spectrum are cars that have been ridden hard and and the company will stand by the product it sells. That put away wet. Those vehicles have been driven passion- doesn't mean you can skip your due diligence - no mat-ately - occasionally into a wall, but usually just into the ter what, you need to satisfy yourself as to the condition ground. Either way, there is a happy medium in the middle that will fit your needs.
and quality of what you are buying before purchasing it - but at least you know a car sold as a Porsche 356 Carrera
Speaking of needs, what are those needs? A common GS was never a Porsche 356 1600 into which a 4-cam was refrain in the car world is buy the best you can afford?
This is true, but comes with a caveat - buy the best
stuffed at some point.
you can afford...that satisfies the objectives you wish to
And now that you have your lovely machine - go out
achieve. Want to tinker and whittle away hours wrench-
and use it. Join a club of fellow enthusiasts who are en-
ing? Buy a project car that is as complete (i.e. missing as
amored by the make or model. Head to the local Sunday
few parts) as possible. Want to win trophies? Buy a perfect
meet-up café and talk BS with fellow nerds. But no mat-
show car or super fresh restoration. Want to go on tours
ter what, always remember - it is just a car. Own it and
and drives, powering through the twisties with reckless
enjoy it because you are passionate about it, not because
abandon and reenacting the opening sequence of Golden-
you want it to go up in value. If you want investment ad-vice, mine is to go buy an index fund.


The Library
NOTHING BRINGS ME more comfort than sitting down with one of my classic cookbooks to find inspiration for a meal. My collection is split between Brooklyn and Wm Brown farm, and when I am in the city, it's nice to revisit some books I collected early on. I often found cookbooks by Jacques Pépin and James Beard in thrift stores and used bookshops for cheap, and I never left them behind. My early collecting was also very concentrated on grilling and outdoor cooking
- big surprise. Fi-
nally, no cookbook library is complete without a copy of Marcella Hazan's The Classic Italian Cookbook, and leave it to Paul Bocuse to walk you through making your first cog au vin. MH


The Negroni
MY LOVE FOR the Negroni goes deep: I have more photos of them in my phone than of my family. (Okay, I am not so proud of that.)
Decades ago, I was in some Italian hotel whose name I don't remember when I was served my first Negroni, as part of the hotel's aperitivo (the Italian version of happy hour). The Negroni spoke to me. It made me happy. (I agree with Kinglsey Amis, who wrote that the Negroni,
"has
the power, rare with drinks and indeed with anything else, of cheering you up?") I was attracted to its color, the simplicity of its flavor, and most of all, its perfect balance: equal parts gin (dry, with a hint of botanicals and juniper), sweet vermouth (a spicy touch of sweetness), and Campari (the delightfully bitter finish), as well as the citrusy notes from the orange garnish.
My publisher at Artisan suggested I write a book about my love affair with this drink, and hence, The Negroni: A Love Affair with a Classic Cocktail was born. It comes out this May and is now available for preorder. MH




The
Valet
I LOVE THE smell of an old Barbo- skunk, and it works really well with ur in the morning...
a jacket that has visible white mold
If you own any waxed coats, like growing on the wax or is just at the Barbour or Belstaff, you get used to beginning stages of getting stinky. their smell. It's fair to say you probably love the smell the wax takes
THE TECHNIQUE
on over the years - it's comforting, reassuring, and hard to explain to
On a warm, sunny day, fill a bucket
most - an if you know, you know with a gallon of hot water. moment. That being said, there is a
Add 2 cups of white vinegar and
time when a neglected jacket gets
2 cups of hydrogen peroxide.
moldy and develops a smell that
With a very soft brush or sponge,
can best be described as barnyard.
wash the jacket, both outside and
A barnyard smelling coat can infect inside, with the solution. Let the a closet with its odor and can make solution sit on the jacket for about you a very unpopular member of 10 to 15 minutes, and then spray it
down with a hose. Hang it to dry in
the household.
When I have jackets that are a a sunny, breezy spot. There will be a bit moldy, or just at the thresh- faint smell of vinegar, but that will old of taking on that funk, I clean fade away, and you should have a them myself. As a self-proclaimed better smelling jacket. If it requires laundry master, I have devised a further help, send it to the pro, Al cleaning solution that came about at New England Reproofers, and
tell him Wm Brown sent you. MH
after our dog had a tussle with a


40
Happy Hour
WHEN IT COMES to cocktail snacks, you can keep your crudité. And as much as I love a charcuterie board, it feels more appropriate with wine or when a group of friends is coming over. We've certainly never had so many cocktails at home, so there have been a lot of opportunities to experiment with what pairings work best. Turns out, the classics win. Our completely unscientific fieldwork was basically this - we wanted snacks that hold up to the drink - something to temper the alcohol so we weren't wasted by dinnertime
- but also, not so heavy that they replaced dinner. We also didn't want them to be complicated, since the effort should be on the meal. In the end, we gravitated to pretty classic appetizers that lean 1970s, like what our parents would have served.
This feature is about pairings, not recipes. Most of these snacks can be found at your local grocery and are assembled - not requiring a recipe - with the exception of the deviled egg and the almond stuffed bacon wrapped date. Those and select drink how-tos will be shared on my site. MH


Furnishings
THE FIRST TIME I saw Gucci loafers on anyone that wasn't a parent or grandparent (you know, old) was on the feet of the photographer Dewey Nicks. It was 1992, and Dewey had the coolest, most original style: a uniform of brown suede Gucci loafers, 501s, and a Brooks Brothers cashmere v-neck sweater with a t-shirt underneath.
He wasn't precious with his Guccis - they were his work shoes, worn on the beach (sometimes in the ocean) while photographing fashion editorials and ads. They were beat up and abused - more like a boat shoe than a dress shoe.
He made them cool, and I was determined to get them. My first pair I bought were new - black leather and a vibram lug sole (it was the 90s), and for me, at the time, they cost a small fortune. I certainly should not have been spending my money on something so nice and expensive, but I needed to have them for my uniform. While the lug sole Guccis are sadly gone, I still own a few pairs - modern ones bought new in classic black and brown with horse-bit, but my favorites are, without a doubt, the vintage ones that I find in suede. I prefer them from the 60s and 70s (I like the slightly narrow toe), and I usually put on a new sole and adjust the heel if it's too high, but I generally leave them as they are, a bit beat up with lots of patina. just as I first fell in love with them on Dewey's feet. 


MY DAD LIVED for duck hunting. Growing up in upstate New York provided the necessary habitat
I was recently invited back to Thomasville for
for all kinds of waterfowling, so my first exposure
a quail hunt with friends who grew up hunting
to hunting flying birds was early mornings, freez-
steeped in these traditions. Hunters are on horse. back in white vests (not blaze orange) following
ing in a duck blind. When I moved to New York
pointers zig-zagging back and forth searching ior
hiy, there was no room for duck hunting equip- the scent of quail. There is a handler and soche. ment: dozens of decoys, specialized calls and gear, not to mention the dogs and boats. So I started up-
charge of the dogs - watching for ones that are on
land bird hunting (pheasants, woodcock, grouse).
point, followed by a mule-pulled wagon thatis car.
I could easily walk and stalk for birds upstate near
rying gear and more dogs. It's incredible to watch
my farm - without a dog - just me and a shot-
a dog just stop full run and lock up on a bush or a pile of grass, potentially holding birds. There are
gun. 'Giking, I called it - walking endless miles, alwavs two dogs (called a brace) looking and smell.
hoping to kick up a grouse or two.
ing the air for the scent of hiding quail. Once on
I started traveling around the country to up- point, the handler and the scout walk through the
land bird hunt over trained dogs with folks area where the dogs are pointing, and with a leath-who knew the terrain and habitat. Recently, I er strap (aptly called a flushing strap), slap through fell hard for quail hunting - the history, ritual, the cover, flushing the birds. If you are lucky, a big
breathtaking nature, and the beauty of watching group or a covey of quail will flush up like a bunch well-trained dogs point on a bird, interrupted of scrambled little fighter jets, and you just pray by an adrenalin-pumping explosion of flushed you can stay calm enough to make a shot. Shot wild birds. My first experience with wild bob- birds are retrieved by labs or spaniels dispatched white quail hunting was in Thomasville, Geor- from their posts in front of the mule wagon. gia, where their formal traditions of quail hunt-
Meandering on horseback through acres of
ing date back to the 1880s. The bobwhite was pine, oaks, and cypress provides time for story:
native to the acres of pine forest, and the native telling and banter between hunters and, honest-landscape provided a great habitat to maintain ly, creates a really special camaraderie. Watching a healthy population. Post Civil War brought beautiful, well-trained bird dogs tap into their
many wealthy industrialists from the Northeast primal DNA of finding scent is spectacular. And
and Midwest, who came to this part of the South ending the day with a proper cocktail hour (where
to escape the winter and set up homesteads, often quite grand, and the quail hunt became a
it goes without saying you'll be wearing a jacket)
primary social activity for many.
that leads into dinner - this is definitely one of my favorite kinds of hunting experiences. MH


Bespoke
I AM ALWAYS on the hunt for good and German, Italian, and Japanese eyewear. I usually wear contacts, hardware and lenses. I asked him but when I don't have them in, I to make me my holy grail of horn wear glasses. It's a challenge to find aviators. The process started with a pair that fits my almost non-exis- a design conversation: what was I tent bridge and my narrow face, so looking for and what designs are I gravitate to an aviator style frame, the most comfortable and wearable which seems to work the best. My for me? Next was the fitting, which aviators have metal frames, but I've felt very precise and high tech; dig-always wanted them in horn.
ital measurements were taken and
When Brandon Little reached out digital overlays of potential designs to tell me about his new bespoke were applied to images of my face eyewear company, Copyleft, I got ex- and emailed over. Once the design cited. A designer and a craftsman, he and measurements were sorted, the has decades of experience working rest of the process was pure analog with some of the most notable lux-
- hand cut, hand shaped, and hand
ury brands, designing watches, jew- polished. The result is a perfect elry, and eyewear. Copyleft frames pair of bespoke horn aviators that are handmade in the US, made from couldn't be more comfortable and ethically sourced water buffalo horn that look very sharp. 


Gear Survey
AS I GET older, I have fine-tuned my uniform, and my closet has more overshirts than ever in a variety of fabrics. From custom cotton twill to vintage military, I wear them through all seasons - layered under a Barbour in chillier months, or over a polo shirt in the warmer ones. They're also great for travel - plenty of very practical pockets - and with the addition of your favorite collared shirt and a knit tie, they can be dressed up for a visit to the hotel bar. MH




Object of Desire
I WAS IN the Geneva airport once when I spotted a very elegant older gentleman - silver hair, grey flannel suit, polished brogues, thick black-framed glasses - perfectly groomed and styled, standing in line to board a flight to Paris. His one piece of carry-on luggage was a Louis Vuitton garment bag, which looked like it was from the 70s, given its patina and the gentleman's age.
What can I say - this guy and his whole look stayed with me, and I suddenly needed to get myself one of these garment bags. I hadn't owned anything from Vuitton before - I think it had felt too branded to me - but now I was seeing it with fresh eyes. I tracked a similar one down in a vintage furniture store in Milan, and I absolutely love it; it's practical, beautifully constructed, and has the patina of wear which I like. And it pairs perfectly with a grey flannel suit.