The Far Hills Hunt is a beautiful thing. Beautiful girls, Barbours, beer and Bean boots abound. Seriously, what else does a man need…
This year’s installment of the Far Hills Races (aka Far Hills Hunt or just The Hunt) was a glorious one. Personally, I had a better time this year than the last two. The day occupies a sacred spot on the social calendar of many of us, and for good reason. It is consistently one of the best days of the year.
The weather was flawless and the style was on point. Anything and everything American and prep was on display. And I had no sympathy for the girls I saw wearing heels; I will attribute such faults to the fact that they forgot to change footwear from Friday night (and clearly they did not heed my advice)… Anyway, the day looked like pages from Ralph Lauren, Hunter, Barbour and L.L. Bean catalogues. Except not that over-edited commercialized lifestyle garbage; this is how it really goes down my friends.
Speaking of, it was great to see so many of my friends from the Mother Land (Main Line), Promised Land (ACK), college (Villanova) and city (NYC). Many of whom are pictured below, sorry I missed some of you. I have faith our paths will cross soon. But until then, keep up the good fight.
See you all next year,
Thankfully the ascot has not been completely forgotten over on this side of the pond. The Persols are a nice addition.
Ascots and button downs…
Clearly, the day would not have been complete without some proper bagpipes. This gent was a machine. Note the regimental tie.
Neither bow ties nor plaid were uncommon at Far Hills hunt 2012.
‘Bro, I really like your flannel.’ ‘Thanks bro, I like yours too. But dude, where’s our bus?’ Boots and jeans with a flannel shirt was one of the more common uniforms at this years hunt. Note the dip can imprint on back pocket. And thankfully this was the only pair of those god awful Burberry rainboots I saw.
A Main Line couple. Note the croakies and Bean boots on him and chunky sweater on her.
One of the recurring motifs for the day was embroidered pants, or critter pants. thankfully so, because it doesn’t get much better than these bad boys.
Embroidered horse pants and school belt. Oh, so fitting.
How a real man drinks. Note the signet ring and pocket square.
Taylor Ivey of Ellsworth & Ivy holding it down at her booth. If you didn’t make it by on Saturday I recommend you take a look at her site, she makes some damn fine capes (which she is so elegantly wearing).
Ellsworth & Ivey
Ellsworth & Ivey via Facebook
Nothing beats chicks.
And more chicks.
SPO: The bewildered yet amazed look of an unseasoned veteran.
Patagonia, Hunter boots and aviators. One of the days uniforms.
Rocking the monochromatic look. Note how the jacket has a very unstructured look to it, keeping it more casual. Old school.
Another theme for the day: mud.
Note the badass patchwork pants. And real men wear pink, lots of it.
Just in case you forgot where you were: Romney country.
Dude’s sartorial game is killing it. Bow tie, pocket square, jacket etc…
Frogskins, club polo and road trip from Trinity. Legend.
Flannel and old friends.
Killing the keg stand game. The purest form of teamwork.
New friend, previously mentioned unseasoned veteran, old friend and random dude in a great tweed jacket. It’s hard to see but old friends belt has bits on it.
How a gentleman wear a jacket: with a pocket square.
Why can’t guys just learn to wear suspenders with buttons, not clips… Why? That aside, a great look.
Another theme for the day: America.
2 things need to happen. First, this girl needs to get in touch with me because I may or may not have a crush on her. Second, the people at Miller need to get in touch with me because this needs to be part of your next national ad campaign.
America never gets old.
Dude was doing great until I saw he was wearing a Nike belt… Ignoring that, a great get up.
Definitely not getting those mud stains out…
This elder gentleman; so suave.
Then sadly, it had to end… The kegs were tapped, the horses done running and the sun was setting. There’s always next year…