“Poor Man’s Brooks Brothers.” I’m not sure where or when I
first heard that but it made sense the moment I did. That’s what Joseph A. Bank
was back in the early 1980’s when I discovered them. My first encounter was in
Washington D.C. during the summer when my liver and I pretended to work for the
Senate Judiciary Committee while really working the mean streets of Georgetown
and the beer soaked floors of the Day Lily Restaurant, aka the Chinese Disco.
My KA
brother and Presidential Gardens roommate, WHS and I rolled into the
Washington, D.C. Jos. A. Bank one Saturday
and the Poor Man’s Brooks moniker stood. The place was brimming with 3/2 sack
goods and bevies of button downs and foulards and Brooks aping collaterals that
would leave one believing their fake-it-till-you-make-it strategy could be
tactically supported by this singular purveyor. I bought a gray seersucker 3/2
sack sportcoat that afternoon and wore it for the next decade.
My next
Bank encounter was in Charlotte, North Carolina after I somehow ended up in the
pharmaceutical business. No longer indigent but certainly not flush, I was a
regular at Bank-Charlotte. My first ever Aldens came from there. I was ready to
deepen my footwear bench beyond Weejuns but wasn’t ready or able to add shell
cordovan to the queue. I wear to this day, my calfskin Alden tassels, courtesy
of Bank-Charlotte.
When you
see this logo, rest assured that you are looking at a pair of Aldens in excess
of twenty years old.
And if
you ever see this logo, rest assured that you are looking at something that
once existed but based on the edematous piles of poo currently purveyed at Jos.
A. Bank, will never be again. The idea that Jos. A. Bank at one time
offered a line-up including Alden seems laughable today. But they were at one
time, a Poor Man’s Brooks Brothers. Indeed.
Onward. Still
vigilating and mama tending. In calfskin Jos. A. Bank Aldens.
ADG II
11 comments:
Presidential Gardens- in Arlandria. I lived there for a month. Probably within six months of you one way or the other. Hadn't thought about that place in a long long time. I just bought a red and white seersucker suit from Jos A B, via the eBay...Made in Downtown Bangladesh. Probably not fully canvassed. Worth every bit of the $65 it cost me.
Still Po
What? No Britches? Bought my first suit there (the summer after college graduation).
Still Poo...Send us a picture.
NYC Chi Man...Chill out boss. Britches was the Poor Man's Polo shop. That's a whole 'mother story.
ADG,
I remember those Jos Bank days. Can't say I remember the clothes quality, but I was living in Chicago at the time and buying Polo University Club at Mark Shale.
Wish I could still fit into clothes cut like that!
Gordo
I, too, remember when Bank was called this. 'Bout 1984 I worked alongside a young consultant from E&W who was dressed head to toe in Bank stuff. And he looked fantastic. I made sure I got a catalog, for back then there was no local store.
The last time I stopped at a BB store it looked, for all the sale signage, like a Jos Bank store. Maybe BB is the rich man's Jos. A. Bank? That, too, is a whole 'nother story.
Thanks for your blog--it's a must read for me.
Don
I remember in the mid eighties when Jos. A. Bank moved from its not very exciting bargain basementish storefront on South Charles Street to a glitzy glass fronted location on Light Street -formerly the Playboy Club in Baltimore. I remember my father snickering about the new location. I meanwhile felt a bit risque as a 19 year old whenever I tried on dresses in the fitting rooms at the new location.
Remember their earliest catalogs? On hard cardboard with fabric swatches for each shirt and suit. It was incredible. Those were the days
I agree with the comments on Jos. A. Bank. My father shopped there when I was a kid so I have only to look at some of his older clothing from the 1980's (yes, he still has a few of them) to compare the difference in workmanship.
They made some great stuff and I have inherited some great silk knit ties and madras shirts that are all Joe Bank made. I think they gave BB a run for the money in terms of offering good stuff at a fair price.
On another note, you are certainly a "shoe guy"! I really dig those Joe Bank tassels and was very surprised to see them. I just got blessed with my first pair of Alden's (Aberdeen tassels)and now understand what I have been missing when it comes to shell cordovan. Simply majestic!
Thank you for this lovely anecdote, as it also gave me exactly the information I was looking for. I am about to purchase a pair of Alden PTBs on the Barrie last, with this exact somewhat unusual Alden logo shown in the first picyure above.
Now, I am even more certain it will be a good investment :)
Kind rgds. from Sweden
Spent a lot of time at the Chinese Disco with my fellow Palmetto State interns. We wore out some loafers shagging to some great Carolina beach music, of course no socks. Would sport khakis with a long sleeve madras shirt or a short sleeve RL Polo shirt. Afterwards we would hit F. Scott’s in Georgetown for some Sinatra. If I recall my US Senate intern check totaled $350 per month. I lived at Presidential Gardens for a couple of weeks and then moved in with a friend at Paper Mill Court, using a borrowed mattress from a GW dorm room, stacked it up on four milk crates, used another milk crate for a night stand. There was a great pizza place called Geppettos on M Street. Britches was a great store to visit, didn’t have the income to support the G’town lifestyle, so after 5 months I packed my one suitcase and came back to SC. Have been to DC many many times over the years and always think about the summer of 1981 living in G’Town.
Spent a lot of time at the Chinese Disco with my fellow Palmetto State interns. We wore out some loafers shagging to some great Carolina beach music, of course no socks. Would sport khakis with a long sleeve madras shirt or a short sleeve RL Polo shirt. Afterwards we would hit F. Scott’s in Georgetown for some Sinatra. If I recall my US Senate intern check totaled $350 per month. I lived at Presidential Gardens for a couple of weeks and then moved in with a friend at Paper Mill Court, using a borrowed mattress from a GW dorm room, stacked it up on four milk crates, used another milk crate for a night stand. There was a great pizza place called Geppettos on M Street. Britches was a great store to visit, didn’t have the income to support the G’town lifestyle, so after 5 months I packed my one suitcase and came back to SC. Have been to DC many many times over the years and always think about the summer of 1981 living in G’Town.
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