Keeping A Low Profile

I personally have nothing against the Jack Purcell sneaker in its current form, but I figure that there has to be at least one person out there who has yet to pull the trigger on their own pair of the classic sneaker due to the thickness of its sole.  For those of you who find yourself in such a predicament Converse has answered you cries for help.  The Jack Purcell Low Profile is exactly what the name entails - the timeless shoe, but with a considerably slimmed down sole.  With a new low profile in tact the shoe's outer stitching appears a tad more pronounced in this case, but otherwise it's the exact same shoe.  After being so used to seeing the original version for all these years this modern reincarnation looks a bit off so I personally won't be buying it although the shoe has always been one of my personal favorites so I'm not exactly the intended demographic for this particular model.  It's pretty much summer at this point so if you need to do some last minute slimming down you might as well start from the ground up.

-L.A.S

Sails On Your Feet Redux

Don (who also happens to be part of the Bonobos "etail" braintrust) just sent me a link to probably the coolest, most overstated Jack Purcells I have ever seen.  Now this is some serious sailing enthusiasm if I have ever seen it - non WASPs need not apply [Editor's note: sarcasm font on that last statement because it is apparently unclear to some folks].

-L.A.S

The $25 Chambray

Tipped off by GQ, I headed over to Target's website to investigate arguably the cheapest chambray shirt of all time.  Converse One Star's chambray shirt does in fact exist (in blue and grey) and it costs roughly less that 26 cups of noodles.  That's not bad considering it has a tab collar and asymmetrical breast pockets, which are hallmarks of chambrays about 8 times as expensive.  Big ups to Converse and Target for banding together and hooking up all the stylish, poor kids like myself.  I think I'm going to buy 50, rip the labels off, sew on some J. Crew ones and sell 'em out of the trunk of my station wagon for 75 bones.  Kidding, kinda...

-L.A.S