When the last NYC blackout hit, a year after 9/11, the only phone that worked in my apartment was this 80-year old one. Still works fine; no batteries and no world wide web required. It happens to be beautiful, too.
I’m not particularly fond of leather jackets–unless they’re horsehide. Don’t worry: in the U.S. it’s illegal to slaughter a horse for its hide (or its flesh). The toughest and most water-resistant of leathers (one reason motorcycle cops wear it), it ages beautifully. Saddles are not made from it, though, perhaps because it would be just too perverse to put a horsehide on a horse’s hide. This one is from Lost Worlds in Queens, NY; about ten years old. The hat is from Lock & Co., in London, and the boiled wool vest is from Jomeh Bazaar in Tehran.
Red Wing boots are all the rage; mine are from years ago but the laces are new: canary yellow rawhide.