The Journey
Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2017 12:21 am
This cloth is why I joined the cloth club. I realize this a not a LL creation, yet, I believe it is germane to the conversation. After much travel and dismay on this sartorial journey, I received a moment of enlightenment; which changed the entire way I view fabric and the bespoke process.
This moment happened in the shop of my tailor, who I had only meant months earlier. He was telling me a story of a gentleman, who came into his shop with some cloth from down town; those who are from Los Angeles, knows what that means, and wanted to commission a suit. He politely refused to make the gentlemen a suit from the material. His comment to me, not the gentleman, was, and; it was not said nor meant in a condescending way “I would not soil my hands on that material.” I didn’t understanding the full meaning of what he meant until sometime later. I will expound on this another time.
Then he proceeded to pull out some fabric that had to be 50 plus years old and gave me a life changing lesson on fabric and why it is critical. He was dismayed, at the fact that most men, who came into his shop, had no idea about fabric, and when he tried to guide them they were completely uninterested.
We view in awe, the great and distinguished dressers of the past such as, Humphrey Bogart, Cary Grant, Gregory Peck, Errol Flynn and Fred Astaire; to name a few, and try to achieve the “look”. We come close, but never quite attain; why, because the fabric used to create their clothes, have all but disappeared. This fabric had life, it had character, it had attitude. It radiated with richness and color, patterns and textures. Most, not all, but most fabrics created today are void of life.
From the experience in the tailor shop, I fell in love with H. Lesser fabrics specifically and all old world fabric in general. To me it invoked the thoughts of the golden age of dress, a world that is gone, and a time that has passed. It represented a time when men were men, they knew how to dress and was void of feminine influence. While, it may be controversial, I was given a piece of advice awhile back that has served me well, “never let a woman dress you.”
I spent hours scouring through fabric books at Jodek International, trying to find those unique fabrics from the days of yore. Having little success in this endeavor; David, the owner, suggested that I try the LL and the cloth club. He said they produce unique fabrics, and would probably be just what I was looking for. He was right! I joined the cloth club in 2011, I believe that I have participated in most subscriptions since that time. I even acquired some of the past subscriptions.
So when I saw the above cloth, I was immediately drawn to it; and it reminded me of one of Mr. Alden’s post; The Good Intention Trail, “Oh how facilis descensus Averno my dear brothers of the cloth! But if hope does springs eternal, maybe these will be done someday.”
This bring me to the gist of the matter. Michael has created something here that will probably not be seen again in our lifetime. We are privileged to be a part of this. Through his passion, we have the ability to create small remnants of the wonderful fabric from yesteryear. In this man’s no so humble opinion, Michael’s creations are among the best that exist today, and the Alden LL Flannel, dare I say, is probably the best out there.
Without doubt, the Cloth Club fabrics are authentic. Even so, we have discovered that some methods are lost and cannot be duplicated; materials needed are no longer able to be sourced and craftsmen with the expertise are gone. We all can recollect when Michael wanted to recreate a Reid & Taylor fabric; the looms needed had been thrown away, and we need to think no further back then the camel hair overcoat that could not be produced, because the yarns need, no longer existed.
The above cloth called my name and I answered. It is currently in the hands of a skilled craftsmen, being transmuted into what it was always destine to be.
One of these days, Mr. Alden will retire to his bucolic chateau; no time soon we hope, and we will all lament that good cloth is nowhere to be found.