Don’t look out your window.
It’s brutal.
Instead, go where spring is vigorously happening right now...
Part the doors of J. Press York Street, a clubby new sanctuary of weekend Ivy style from J. Press and the brothers Ovadia, now open in the West Village.
This place is basically a combination of a ’60s-era Yale dorm room and a primary color chart. The embodiment of how to dress for spring in Connecticut. Old wooden bookshelves filled with gingham. Racks of sport-coat splendor. Plus: booze. Let’s take a look at what you’ll discover:
—Some natty umbrellas on your left, just as you walk in. Timely.
—A Dean-worthy red Harrington jacket, a blue chambray sport coat and a black arm-stripe cardigan that’s just going to kill at any big varsity events you’ve got coming up.
—An enormous bronze bulldog (it’s a Yale thing).
—The kind of Navy trench coat that makes grown men weep with envy.
—Glass cases with The Times They Are a-Changin’ on vinyl, ancient-looking boxing gloves and vintage Playboys.
—Red sunwashed jeans, a madras sport coat and a pink diamond-point bow tie, for the adventurous.
—A false bookshelf leading to a tufted-leather paradise/sitting-fitting room of dog-eared Faulkner paperbacks, prop fireplaces and decanters of the good stuff.
You just knew there’d be the good stuff.
It’s brutal.
Instead, go where spring is vigorously happening right now...
Part the doors of J. Press York Street, a clubby new sanctuary of weekend Ivy style from J. Press and the brothers Ovadia, now open in the West Village.
This place is basically a combination of a ’60s-era Yale dorm room and a primary color chart. The embodiment of how to dress for spring in Connecticut. Old wooden bookshelves filled with gingham. Racks of sport-coat splendor. Plus: booze. Let’s take a look at what you’ll discover:
—Some natty umbrellas on your left, just as you walk in. Timely.
—A Dean-worthy red Harrington jacket, a blue chambray sport coat and a black arm-stripe cardigan that’s just going to kill at any big varsity events you’ve got coming up.
—An enormous bronze bulldog (it’s a Yale thing).
—The kind of Navy trench coat that makes grown men weep with envy.
—Glass cases with The Times They Are a-Changin’ on vinyl, ancient-looking boxing gloves and vintage Playboys.
—Red sunwashed jeans, a madras sport coat and a pink diamond-point bow tie, for the adventurous.
—A false bookshelf leading to a tufted-leather paradise/sitting-fitting room of dog-eared Faulkner paperbacks, prop fireplaces and decanters of the good stuff.
You just knew there’d be the good stuff.
