The holidays are in full swing which means you are probably spending some of your time hunting for the perfect gift. We've partnered with some of our favorite folks, like Chris Brown of Refueled, to make it a bit easier on you. Our hope is to promote thoughtful gift giving in support of quality brands and artists. It makes a difference.
Chris Brown- I published my first magazine when I was eight years old. It was called Tejas. I drew all the covers, created ads and wrote articles about folks I knew. I took those eight and a half sheets of typing paper and stapled them down the sides and sold them to kids in the neighborhood for ten cents. After a while, other kids started their own magazines. We became this small community of indie publishers.
I have always been drawn to magazines. LIFE, MAD and Rolling Stone were the editorial bibles of my childhood while growing up in the sixties. LIFE magazine's large format, full page/full bleed photographs and clean layouts really spoke to my artistic sense. MAD brought out the rebel in me, while Rolling Stone fueled my knowledge of music.
While in high school I discovered Jack Kerouac. His books like “On the Road”, “Big Sur” and “The Dharma Bums” influnced me when creating Refuled. Kerouac’s work reminds me to write what you know, keep journals and sketches of ideas, adventures and characters you meet.
Jack had Cassady, Ginsberg and Burroughs. I have the folks you’ll find in the pages of Refueled.
Here are Chris' picks!
Simply a classic. My father always wore a Stetson. As a child in the early 60's, I have great memories of trying on his beige Royal Stetson while he was at work in the oil refineries. It was sweat and smoke stained from days in the garden and nights around a open fire during frequent weekend camping trips in the piney woods of Southeast Texas. It smelled like him and gave me comfort in wearing it. I own that hat today, along with my grandfather's Open Road Stetson. This beat up Open Road has become a main stay in my wardrobe. It just feels "right."
I first simply feel in love with it's unique steel and leather aesthetic, but once I sat in one, that love turned to lust. I've spent time at the Garza workshop in Marfa, so I can tell you that a lot of passion goes into each product being made there.
“The closer you get to real matter, rock air fire and wood, boy, the more spiritual the world is.”
Nothing else needs to be said.
An essential for winter nights around a campfire. Instead of conventional batting, this blanket is insulated with flannel (a practice that dates back to early quilters) allowing the stitch pattern to be spread wider. The result is comfort and durability.
My pals, Caleb Owen Everitt & Ryan Rhodes, create some of the most original art around. There love for simple, quiet design speaks to me in a very deep way.
Bryan Norris is doing something pretty special up in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. His collection of foraged vintage, historic textiles and old stock denim are turned into unique and very functional vest by Mennonite and Amish craftsmen. I have proudly been wearing several different styles for over a year now, with each one getting better and better.
It's not just a incense, it's nature itself. I can't always be next to a fire or out in the desert, so this incense is definitely the closest thing I have found that can bring me back there. My house is always filled with this sweet smoke.
Rock and Rye is almost as old as country it was born in and it's history is just as vast and curious. Slow & Low is stirred slow. Over a low heat. To marry the robust rye whiskey with the raw honey and dried navel oranges. It's almost all I drink.
9. Bake Someone a Homemade Apple Pie
Nothing more American, and it's just fucking awesome. Add a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top and you're close to heaven.
I have tried most all of the beard oils out there and I simply keep coming back to Beardbrand. The mix of apricot, grapeseed, jojoba and caster oils work well with my coarse, gray whiskers, and the warm cedarwood notes is wonderful in the winter.
Hand-drawn and forged from repurposed steel cut from salvaged plows, no two knifes are the same. Each knife is handmade with a finish impossible to replicate. Every scratch and abrasion gives the blade a distinct and timeless edge.
Though the beginning of the mass production of corn cob pipes commenced in the late 1800s, their emergence and individual construction likely began long before that, and certainly persisted for years to come. Within and beyond the Dust Bowl area, corn cob pipes were the instruments of farmers, hobos, migrant laborers, and vagabonds of all sorts.