State of the Union: Camouflage

Trying to dissect–and make sense of–the right here and right now.

Mr. Evans stands up, stands out in Epaulet.

Whether the internet makes you smarter or dumber, one thing’s for certain: it speeds things up. Which brings us to the costume de rigueur of the world’s armed forces and menswear bloggers: camouflage. My colleague Jonathan Evans strolled into the office the other day in a pair of woodland digital trousers from Brooklyn’s Epaulet. Josh Peskowitz has been a strong proponent of all forms of camo pants for years, with RRL cropping up prodigiously. Tyler Thoreson has a pair of desert cam McNairys yet to grace the Gilt offices with their presence. [Ed note.–I wear ’em and I swear people think I’m a member of the Tea Party.] And, yes, I’ve recently–as in, in March–picked up a pair of deadstock Italian army corps camos from The Vintage Showroom in London that desperately need a trip to the tailor.

But this story goes much further than pants. The seeds of the camo revolution were planted by some menswear pioneers foraging through Army/Navy surplus stores, scoring standard issue pieces, and rushing with great haste to their most trusted tailor. Then some bubbles on the surface: a Hamilton 1883 camo poplin shirt in the ACL shop, a camo bow tie in desert and jungle versions on Svpply, a trench from Simon Spurr (sold on Gilt MAN), The Hill-side, a man named Nickelson Wooster-the Osiris of this stuff, if you will.

And now I have to ask: Has camo crested? Either way, it’s definitely time to get on that Fair Isle waiting list for fall.

All thoughts and opinions welcome.

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