V in Cuff

Posted in Unclassified on March 26th, 2012 by mdjusc

In my mind, custom clothing is an art-form.  I liken my bespoke shirt collection to a gallery of Renoirs.  Each one is unique, tells a story, and most importantly created particularly with me in mind.  The cuffs match my arm, the collar adjusted to the girth of my neck, the stitching, the patterns…all exclusively for me!  The other day I called my dry cleaning to track down a misplaced shirt of mine.  The dry cleaner asked for a description and I couldn’t help but laugh.  My response…”the shirt is labeled with my name…trust me, you’ll know it’s mine.”  My shirts  you ask…I go with a V in the cuff from none other than Mr. Alex Beverly Hills.V in Cuff

Tee it up

Posted in Unclassified on March 25th, 2012 by mdjusc

Are you an avid gofer?  Do you enjoy hitting the linx any chance you get? 

Great! 

Now, let me ask you something, what club do you belong to?  If the answer is “none” then you need to get the click the back button and leave this site.  Men join clubs, men belong, men like places that still let you smoke a stogy, get your shoes shined, maybe a shave….men do not like the cluster of confusion that public courses have become.  Don’t get us wrong…everyone deserves to play golf (it’s a sport, all men should have a chance to compete) but seriously, how can anyone remotely found of the game of gentlemen tolerate a 6.5 hour round.  That’s what public courses have become, a showcase for hipsters to flaunt their latest plaid pants.  No thank you sir…I will see you at the club, OR will I?  You can make the call.

Ultimate Travel Companion

Posted in Unclassified on March 25th, 2012 by mdjusc

I’ve always preferred possessions that have substance, tell a story, have lived a life of their own.  One prime example of this type of item is the leather carryall.  The perfect leather duffel is unique to each man and will accompany them on vacations, work trips, weekend getaways, and the any sleepover in-between.  A good leather bag improves with age and almost contours to your lifestyle.  When selecting your leather duffel, think past price tag and consider the purchase as more of an adoption.  You are adopting a life long companion and sidekick. 

Ghurka

Power Shoes

Posted in Unclassified on March 25th, 2012 by mdjusc

WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?POWER SHOE

Can men please stop wearing square-toed platypus shoes that are made from rubber faux-leather.  What are these idiots thinking when the plunk down $69.00 for these pieces of design and function crap.  Let’s set some things clear on “box” shoes: 1. they are ugly; 2. they make you look like an intern; 3. they have never been intended for an office. 

POWER SHOE

Men wear real shoes to work,shoes that are made in Europe by actual craftsman, shoes that come from companies which have lasted the test of time (Bally, Weston, Berluti, Edward Green), shoes that don’t squeak when you walk or look like flotation devices.  Man up and go buy some power shoes. 

Bourbon

Posted in Unclassified on March 25th, 2012 by mdjusc

There are a lot of douche bags who get hung up with exposing every particular flavor note contained in a sip of bourbon.  Screw that.  Endangered men drink bourbon because they like drinking, not tasting, not sipping, not swooshing around in their mouth.  Men choose bourbon because it tastes delicious and does the job.  While bourbon (and other whiskey) production is great and interesting, it’s not the primary driver for drinking the stuff.  Whatever happened to a guy, a dark bar, and a bottle of booze (particularly bourbon)?  I like the stuff, so do you, let’s leave it there and split the bottle. 

Blanton's Silver...great 30th bday gift for a pal!

Gift to Self

Posted in Unclassified on March 23rd, 2012 by mdjusc

 

VROOM

Gents,

Has there come a time when you just wanted to spoil yourself; take you hard earned currency and buy someone that truly represents yourself?  All men need an outlet…for a successful male; a high-end splurge purchase can be just that thing.  But I am not referring to necessities here (no, replacing your sock collection does count).  I am talking about those once in a lifetime buys that you hold onto for years.  Here is my list (let me know what you think):

 

1. Motorcycle (Vintage, preferably English)

2. Watch (someone gold, only high school seniors go for Stainless Steel)

3. Sports car (could be filed under a necessity unless you go big, real big…think candy red Ferrari)

4. Man trip (not Hawaii with the Misses; more like hunting pirates off the coast of Somalia in a private Russian yacht). 

5. Suite (bespoke bespoke bespoke…made from the hair of an animal that can only be found in some Mongolian hillside town guarded by a raging pack of Genghis Khan descendants). 

Private Train

Posted in Unclassified on May 6th, 2011 by mdjusc

Trains are the new jets.  What’s a better status symbol that having you own locomotive and track.  Screw the private airways, private rail is way more opulent.

Nothing cures a hangover like a Sunday Brunch

Posted in Black Book, LAX, Sustenance on November 23rd, 2010 by adallal

Sunday morning brunch is a special occasion.  It’s an opportunity to recover, rehydrate, reunite and recollect on the prior evening’s festivities – a great start to the homestretch of the weekend before the workweek.  To accomplish this you only need a few simple components: adult beverages, excellent food, and a great atmosphere.  La Grande Orange and 3 Square Cafe and Bakery have those bases covered.

La Grande Orange

If you’re in dire need of a bloody mary to cut your hangover (as I often do), La Grande Orange is a perfect spot to enjoy a Sunday brunch and recover.  Besides the fact they offer a full bar and serve a mean bloody, they also have great breakfast items that (along with the adult beverage) will have you contributing back to society in no time.  My favorites on the menu are the Commuter sandwich and the Acapulco Omelet (the raw jalapenos will fire you up).  Finally, as you’re gnawing on the raw jalapenos and sipping your bloody, you can catch the early football game on the TV inside the bar.  Food, beverages, football – I’m back baby!

3 Square Cafe and Bakery

Weisswurst and bratkartoffeln – it’s extremely rare to come across this German rendition of veal sausage and potatoes here in Los Angeles.  3 Square Cafe and Bakery on Abbot Kinney has perfected it.  If it is food that you need to revive during your Sunday brunch, this is the place to go.  In addition to the grilled veal sausage, 3 Square also features huevos rancheros, German pancakes, and french toast.  You will undoubtedly find yourself eating embarrassing quantities of food.  Need to wait for a table?  No problem – head to the bakery next door for some java, pastries (one of the best chocolate chip cookies you’ll have), or maybe their famed pretzel roll.  Finally, if you do need a little liquid to help cure the hangover, 3 Square offers mimosas, bellinis, and a selection of wine.  Admittedly, none of those can cure a hangover like a bloody, but they’re a nice addition to the food at 3 Square.

New SF Staple: Cafe Des Amis

Posted in Black Book, Sustenance on October 13th, 2010 by mdjusc

Bacchus Management Group is dominating the San Francisco  food scene.  Not only does their name inspire jealously in guys (wishing they had thought of it first), culinary staples like the Village Pub and Spruce are some of the best power meal places for men.  With their latest addition, Café Des Amis, Bacchus Management Group partners with Perry Butler (founder of Perry’s) to take their dominance to the next level. 

You will feel just as comfortable whether at the bar, sitting at a sidewalk table, or relaxing in a classic booth.  A deadly combination of charming ambiance, delicious food, and refined drinks have justified the restaurant’s addition to my “go-to” list.      

Café Des Amis is another great example of the Endangered Man.  It’s not trendy, it’s not a novelty; it’s simply classic and good.

Advice to a Hipster

Posted in Unclassified on October 13th, 2010 by mdjusc

I’m seriously sick of hipsters…we all get it, you’re cool (or at least you think so).  Your bars serve drinks that take 30 minutes and a chemistry set to make; your restaurants are bastardized combinations of pubs and farmers markets; and your women look like Kurt Cobain with too much eye makeup.

My advice to this confused demographic is to grow up…you need to stop pretending you’re a skateboarder (i.e. skinny jeans) or a lumberjack (i.e. plaid).  A trend that is mildly excusable for preteen girls is just not okay for the mid-20s/early-30s crowd.  You love dirty music festivals and yeasty microbrews…I just don’t see the appeal.  In order to mature into adults you need to: purchase a better wardrobe (that does not involve a vintage tee collection or random scarves), strive for a better job (entry level at a production company is not the ticket to success), and develop some class (begin by reading this blog).