Nantucket Reds-Madras-White Bucks

It might be a bit early in the season but I, the official keeper of all rules sartorial, declare it acceptable to wear your Nantucket Reds. That would be acceptable for YOU to wear your Reds-not me. I'll release White Bucks next week and I must tell you that the jury remains out on madras. Patch madras may be banned for all of 2010...I'm leaning strongly in said direction and will do a unique post on madras later in the week. Like I said last August...when you can buy patch madras in the head shops at the beach, it's time to give it a rest. We've got issues in the madras realm but fear not-I'm going to sort them out for you. 


Now if only we could find regular madras from the late '60's-early '70's...vegetable dyed...the bleeding kind...like these babies below. Imagine how subtle the hue would be on these after the madras bled. Geez...I had to put my Toad Memorial Patch Madras in the bathtub to knock some of the garish tone as well as the Jos.Banks out of it. This pattern and color reminds me of one summer in college. The KA Summer Party. There was a stunner wearing some kind of little madras shift dress in a similar pattern. She had a teeny tiny little white zit on her shoulder. My buddy Z.G. ever so gallantly leaned over and popped it for her and said..."Now there"! I think beer and a little piece of hot dog shot out of my nose as I witnessed said chivalrous act. 

My seasonal allergies turned respiratory gunk is my excuse...my excuse for drunk clicking the other night. You've heard of drunk dialing right? I had two buddies a few year ago that almost met with blocked phone numbers courtesy of ADG. They never called when they were sober and they were never as funny as they thought there were. Now my drunk clicking wasn't alcohol induced. I was high on NyQuil. Shut up. 

Upon what did I click? That would be the hybrid-mongrel-ersatz-ersatz-ersatz Murray's variation of the revered Reds...the Blues. Blue canvas trews. It was kind of like a bootie call except I didn't call anyone and I didn't get any bootie. Same base motivator though...It was late at night-I was alone-I wasn't thinking clearly and I wanted something.

Here's a really bad swatch from the Murray's website. Gonna be fun watching those babies fade. Stay tuned. Now on to some recycled wisdom regarding White Bucks...that you can wear next week...both the advice and the shoes.

I think white bucks should be a bit dirty. Broken-in-beer and pee pee did the trick in college. Anyone who is retentive enough to try and keep them white should simply forego the wearing opportunity. You know the type. The Adolph Menjou “too studied-too stiff” types that worry about such things. There’s medication for that by the way. 
If you do want to keep your white bucks from being totally trashed, maybe a little hit from a Buck Bag every now and then will suffice. I’ve had a couple of them for years. Not being too dutiful about keeping these boys clean means that I’ll probably never need another Buck Bag. Probably good because I don’t know where one could procure such a thing locally. I got mine at Cole Haan before they went Disco. There was a time when I could get a pair of bucks…white or dirty at Cole Haan. Disco. I just can’t think of another word to describe how I now feel about their stuff.

I've said it before and I'll say it again...I want these Crockett and Jones White Bucks but I don't want to pay the freight for them. Somebody needs to step up.

Thanks in advance.
ADG