It’s a Friday in July, but I have three things.
First, The Amazing Tom sent me another article from WSJ on how the Tie Association is disbanding, and it started with a sentence so stupid I had to meditate again after I read it this morning. I am not even going to link this stupidity, but the sentence was something like: ties are so done that even tie guys are giving up on them. And the gist was that because a trade organization is closing shop, that is another beep on the flatlining EKG of neckwear.
Oh for – I mean, I make mistakes every single post, but at least the things I got wrong I THOUGHT ABOUT. Which, upon reflection, yields another point. But that’s not what we are talking about here. This is why, save for Misters (yes, that is correct) Boyer and Twardzik I am dying of thirst and there are no professional men’s fashion writers to give me water.
Saying that because a trade organization folded up means the industry is gone is the exact same logic as saying that since there are fewer travel agencies that means no one wants to go anywhere.
Second, there is a photographer I know of, her name is Karen Ryan, she is a marine photographer. Sailing mostly, but other incredible compositions as well. If I am stuck working on a Friday in July (like, um, now) her site is a vacation without getting stuck in traffic. AND you can buy her work. Tell her I sent you.
Finally, I don’t know if this is serendipity or what, but the number of emails coming in mentioning mental health increased this week to a very noticeable degree. I am pretty up front about my work in that area so when I saw the needle move I thought of a quick story. This week, my daughter Gramercy and I took a trip back to the house where I got better. But I almost didn’t. Get better, that is.
While we went down to the water, I thought of these emails this week, and a story. I work out with Dylan, and I have a workout friend named Elena. She is a very serious athlete and also a coach. Keeping up with her is a job, and one day Dylan had us running a three minute block together, and I was heaving. She looked over and said,
“Come on John! You can do ANYTHING for three minutes.”
That includes staying alive. The new national mental health crisis hotline is open, and goes national tomorrow. You can always call 1-800-273-8255 but if you are there, are anywhere close to there, remember two things.
- You can do ANYTHING for three minutes. That includes staying alive.
- Dial 988.
Have a fantastic and safe weekend. I have an amazing story to finish that will post next week about a woman who runs a company that makes pants amongst the finest in America, she makes them in America, and her work process is such that you will feel the dignity in the pockets.