On the morning of September 29th, I awoke to the sounds of my three-month-old son screaming. I begrudgingly left my bed, showered, ate, and prepared myself to step out into the land of the living. What hadn’t occurred to me in my half-awake scramble for clothing was that attending an event pertaining to fashion while wearing an oversized suit coat might very well constitute a sartorial faux pas.


However, the owners of Rag & Bone, Marcus Wainright and David Neville, were anything but condescending to this poorly-dressed gentleman.When questioned about style, they were very quick to point out that it isn’t necessarily the clothing that makes the man, but rather if the individual is comfortable in what he’s wearing. I was relieved at the comment, both for its substance and for the fact that eye contact hadn't occurred with me while it was made; they clearly hadn’t seen me --I looked as if I were six and had raided my father’s closet.

Personable and dapper, both Marcus and David were dressed in Rag & Bone. A subtle brand, one would never take notice unless he/she had designed the clothes themselves. David remarked that this was a blessing and a curse as celebrities can be seen wearing their clothing, but with no visible label or logo, the free marketing goes unnoticed. However, in a society where consumers are constantly bombarded by brands and advertisements, when looking at a shirt produced by Rag & Bone the chance to breathe is invigorating.


After the interview, The Third Wheel Band leapt into action. Ties were undone, libations flowed freely, and the conversation bloomed amongst The Collective. I had the absolute pleasure of speaking with Blaze Robertson, an employee at Rag & Bone. Before continuing, I should mention that I brazenly asked the question, “What’s your real name?” As it turns out, when he was born, his father named him Blaze after the band he’d always wanted to form.Dressed in the most exquisite three piece suit, perfectly trimmed beard, and piercing eyes, Blaze looked like something out of a film noir.


We talked about our wives, my son, and where we lived prior to New York. Eventually, the conversation turned to my jacket and he made suggestions as to a possible fix. “As far as fashion goes,” he said, “jackets look better when they’re a smaller size.” He told me the size I should get and that I should have it fitted. I asked if there was any way of salvaging my current jacket situation.  Alas, no: “I’d throw it away.”


Several Peronis and scotches later, the evening came to a close. Many of The Men had made purchases ranging from jeans to vests. William O’Donnell purchased the very same vest that Blaze was wearing.  Sporting it confidently, he seemed to stand taller. David’s earlier statement was spot on:  William didn’t look good in it, it looked good on him. It should be noted that this gentleman will be making his way back to Rag & Bone very soon in the hopes of purchasing a new jacket.In the meantime, I have to take out the garbage.