Lust: The Drake’s Bulldog Tie

It doesn’t have to be all stripes, dots, and diamonds.  Get some motif action in your tie rotation.  This bulldog tie from Drake’s hits the spot.

Perusing the Martin Dingman Fall/Winter 2015 Catalog

Great stuff from the Ozarks coming out this Fall….  I always look forward to seeing what my friend Martin has cooked up for us all:

The Lodge Coat: This has to be one of the best looking tweeds I’ve seen in years…

The Harris Belt(s): How cool is this?  Tweed incorporated into a leather belt with a tortoise adorned buckle?  That’ll dress up any outfit.

These may be the perfect casual loafer for Fall.  Office/Dog Walking/Gameday/Date Night approved…

The Giles Chelsea Boot: the refined, adult version of the old work boots.  Treat them the same, just polish these more often.

…and if you have to wear socks, wear good ones:

Martin Dingman goods are available on his website and from fine retailers across the country.

What do you think?  What caught your eye?

Fall Hunting with Orvis

Not only are we going to cover all sorts of Fall goods here at Red Clay Soul, but we’re also going to touch on the great hunting traditions of this time of year.  You’ll be hard-pressed to find a better source than Orvis.  They are launching their digital Hunt Book this week for all of you (hunters and non-hunters alike) to enjoy.  Not only are the goods as good as it gets, but the photography and storytelling is top notch.  Enjoy, friends:



Lust: The Panerai PAM00580

How about it?  The black ceramic Panerai PAM00580 with the blue second hand…  It’s a pretty steep price, but it would never lose any value.

You like?


The Contrast Collar

I came across this shirt during a recent Goodwill trip:

Now, in any normal circumstance, I wouldn’t think twice about pulling the trigger, as this is a New England Shirt Company dress shirt in my size.  It’s in perfect condition, hardly worn, and the $5 price tag completes this trifecta.  I love these shirts, and have quite a few from NESC.   Most I find are from men’s stores, and the “Made in New England” tag on the inside of the collar is the indicator that you have found a really good one…

The only thing about this particular shirt that gave me pause was the contrasting collar.  You don’t see these around that often, and are generally associated with the 80’s and “excess”:

“Greed is good”

Regardless, I pulled the trigger.  I like it, and this is how I’m going to wear it:  Hand ironed (no starch).  No tie.  Since the collar isn’t fused, it will lay nicely, giving it a more casual vibe.  Broken in Levis, a cool leather belt, and snuff suede loafers (sans socks).  Top it off with a good Navy blue sport coat and I’ll be very good to go.  That’s a look that works with the contrasting collar shirts.

What do you think? Are you down for this kind of neck party?

College Football Season, With Lewis Grizzard

In terms of sports – there are two seasons – College Football season, and NOT College Football season. It’s about that time…

College football is a religion here in SEC country. Gameday is like a second Sunday each week, where small Southern towns become major metropolitan areas for a few Saturdays each Fall. Losing – especially at home – is a harrowing experience. Winning – well, I’ll let Lewis Grizzard – the famed AJC columnist – tell that story:


To my Son, if I ever have one:

Kid, I am writing this on September 3, 1984. I have just returned from Athens, where I spent Saturday watching the University of Georgia, your old dad’s alma mater, play football against Clemson.

While the events of the day were still fresh on my mind, I wanted to recount them so if you are ever born, you can read this and perhaps be able to share one of the great moments in your father’s life.

Saturday was a wonderful day on the Georgia campus. We are talking blue, cloudless sky, a gentle breeze and a temperature suggesting summer’s end and autumn’s approach.

I said the blessing before we had lunch. I thanked the Lord for three things: fried chicken, potato salad and for the fact he had allowed me the privilege of being a Bulldog.

“And , Dear Lord,” I prayed, “bless all those not as fortunate as I.”

Imagine my son, 82,000 people, most of whom were garbed in red, gathered together gazing down on a lush valley of hedge and grass where soon historic sporting combat would be launched. Clemson was ranked number 2 in the nation, and Georgia, feared too young to compete with the veterans from beyond the river, could only dream, the smart money said, of emerging three hours hence victorious. They had us 20-6 at the half, son. A man sitting in front of me said, “I just hope we don’t get embarrassed.”

My boy, I had never seen such a thing as came to pass in the second half. Todd Williams threw one long and high, and Herman Archie caught it in the end zone, and it was now 20-13. Georgia got the ball again and scored again, and it was now 20-20, and my mouth was dry, and my hands were shaking, and this Clemson fan who had been running his mouth the whole ballgame suddenly shut his fat face.

Son, we got ahead 23-20, and the ground trembled and shook, and many were taken by fainting spells.

Clemson’s kicker, Donald Igwebuike, tied it 23-23 and this sacred place became the center of the universe.

Only seconds were left when Georgia’s kicker, Kevin Butler, stood poised in concentration. The ball rushed toward him, and it was placed upon the tee a heartbeat before his right foot launched it heavenward.

A lifetime later, the officials threw their arms aloft. From 60 yards away, Kevin Butler had been true, and Georgia led and would win 26-23.

I hugged perfect strangers and kissed a fat lady on the mouth. Grown men wept. Lightning flashed. Thunder rolled. Stars fell, and joy swept through, fetched by a hurricane of unleashed emotions. When Georgia beat Alabama 18-17 in 1965, it was a staggering victory. When we came back against Georgia Tech and won 29-28 in1978, the Chapel bell rang all night. When we beat Florida 26-21 in the last seconds in 1980, we called it a miracle. And when we beat Notre Dame 17-10 in the Sugar Bowl that same year for the national championship, a woman pulled up her skirt and showed the world the Bulldog she had sewn on he underbritches. But Saturday may have been even better than any of those.

Saturday in Athens was a religious experience. I give this to you, son. Read it and re-read it, and keep it next to your heart.

And when people want to know how you wound up with the name “Kevin” let them read it, and then they will know.

Onward Reserve X CURE

September is National Childhood Cancer awareness month.  The folks over at Onward Reserve have teamed up with CURE in the fight against childhood cancer.  They created this GREAT looking limited edition red and gray button down with all profits benefit CURE childhood cancer.

Order yours today:

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