Tuesday, October 21, 2014

okay, a little bit of selling...


I’ve decided to become a stylist for J. Hilburn. 

I’ve met with Joy, been trained, and am totally sold on the exceptional quality of their clothes, as well as the impeccable service they provide.  Their wools are all from Italy and their cotton is all Egyptian. They use the exact same fabrics as Brioni and Zegna, and Loro Piana is even one of the mills they buy from.

J. Hilburn’s prices are substantially less than you’d find through a store — about the same as Brooks Brothers or J. Crew, but theirs are off the rack, and limited in the range of fabrics and options.

Gorgeous custom shirts start at $99 and are delivered within two weeks; suits start at $745 and take four weeks.  Fit is guaranteed.

And their ready to wear cashmere sweaters and outerwear are beautiful.

I even have my own webpage, http://lynfamilant.jhilburn.com

J. Hilburn was awarded “Best Dress Shirt” by Esquire Magazine, and has been touted in the press for its quality.  Here’s just one of the many articles written about them: http://techcrunch.com/2011/03/23/three-years-after-launch-mens-custom-clothier-j-hilburn-discovers-e-commerce/

But don’t believe me; see for yourself (OMG; I sound like your proverbial salesperson).

From Thursday, October 23 through Saturday, November 15, J. Hilburn will have a pop-up store at:

The Refinery Hotel
63 W. 38th Street (between 5th and 6th)
space is called The Hatbox
and is street level adjacent to the hotel lobby


Monday-Friday 9am-7pm
Saturday-Sunday, 11am to 6pm

If you go and buy anything, please give my name as your stylist.  But even better, let me meet you there (or at your home) so I can measure you (or your favorite male). The holidays are not that far away, and gift certificates are also available.

I promise you won’t be disappointed. 

And I also promise not to use this blog as a way to promote a new business.... just maybe every now and then.

So let me know if you’d like to schedule a time to meet (lynj@me.com). Fingers crossed that I’ll hear from you. 

(And if you could share this link with your friends and family I would greatly appreciate it).

Also, as added incentive, the first person who brings me five different guys who will buy at least one shirt will get their custom shirt free!

Monday, October 20, 2014

missing an important event

On Sunday, October 12, I go to a screening and Q&A after.  I then walk about a mile to meet Alexander for dinner.  At the restaurant, out of nowhere, I feel a sharp pain in my right hip.  So sharp, in fact, that the motion of sitting down then standing up literally causes my eyes to tear up. 

I  ask Alexander to untie my shoes and take them off.  It is impossible for me to do this.  I think if he weren't home, I'd be sleeping with my shoes on.  He is not thrilled with this task. Then I see a fuzz ball on the floor that I let just stay there. I don’t want to overtax my son.

Sleeping that night is awful, as every bit of movement wakes me.

After two days, the pain is marginally better but still there.  Walking and moving are fine; sitting then standing, or any kind of bending, are not — though I have improved enough to be able to get my shoes on and off.

Today is my father’s unveiling and I don’t go.  Sitting in a car up to Boston and back would be impossible.  I offer to fly (or take the train) but my mom says, “Don’t be silly.  You’ll come another time.” It isn’t a big affair — just my mom and two sisters.  But still, I do want to go, and feel bad that I can’t.

I have an x-ray taken on Saturday and my doctor gets the results today.  Of course I fear some hidden big mass and a solemn call from my internist.  But fortunately the news isn’t that.  Instead, I have something called calcific tendinitis of the hip abductor.  Translation: not life threatening; see an orthopedist.


The pain doesn’t seem all that bad now that I know it isn’t going to kill me.  And I know my dad well enough to know he understands.  

Saturday, October 18, 2014

gangster tour

Zelia and I meet downtown for our second try at The Gangster Tour.  This time, our guide Ben shows up.  We are a small group — just me and Zelia and two couples, one from Massachusetts and the other from Hawaii. It’s a cloudy fall day in the high 60’s, perfect walking weather.

From the beginning it is clear that Ben knows his stuff.  



Ben is an engaging guide without being preachy.  His enthusiasm for the subject and his vast knowledge of historical New York is evident from the start.  

We start at The Five Points, the place made famous by Martin Scorsese’s Gangs of New York.  It of course looks nothing like the set of the movie.  From there we walk to Doyers Street, a snaky street in Chinatown known for its violent history. 

Then it’s over to Little Italy, where we are told stories of Crazy Joe Gallo.  We even see the bullet holes from the night Gallo was gunned down on his 43rd birthday at Umberto’s.

Ben enlightens us with all kinds of mobster tales.  He seems to have an encyclopedic knowledge of New York crime families.  


The tour lasts about two hours and ends in Nolita.  After passing so many gelato street vendors and Italian restaurants, Zelia and I are hungry.

We end the day with pizza (prosciutto and arugula) at a cute little outdoor cafe, amazed at how crowded the restaurants are at four in the afternoon.





Tuesday, October 14, 2014

promising opportunity

Tonight I meet Joy. 

My post about looking for introductions results in some reposts, and through one of those reposts, I connect with Joy — she is a stylist for a men’s custom-clothing company and she is looking to expand her team.

I read up on the company.  And what I read is impressive.  And so when Joy invites me to a 3-hour meeting tonight of the fall line, I say sure.

But as the time to leave approaches, I really really don’t want to go.  I’ve been out the last two nights and all I want to do is stay home and organize my apartment.  Plus, I do not want to have dinner at 4:15, so I can leave by five (I’m meeting Joy at 5:45 in midtown).  But I know I can’t cancel, and I know I should go.  And so I do.

I get to The Westin, where the meeting is being held, and at first feel like I’ve walked into an Avon get-together (though I've never been to one of those).  There are mostly women milling around.  All fashionably attired, bubbly, and familiar with one another.  

I don’t like cults, and initially I feel like I’m in one. 

But once I meet Joy, who is genuinely nice, and once the meeting begins, my
fears are quickly dispelled. 

The clothes are gorgeous.  The fabrics are from the top mills in Italy, including Loro Piana.  And much of the clothing is custom made. By cutting out the middleman, and selling directly to the consumer, the price of the clothing is reduced substantially.


I come home excited.  I could start right away. I can still do real estate. I think the product is fabulous and the pricing excellent.  I would have to learn how to measure men for suits and coats and shirts, but that I can learn.  

 And thankfully, we are not expected to measure the inner seam on the pants.

come and gone

I love long hair on men, but my son’s hair looks so much better short.  When left on its own, my son’s hair grows up and out, verses down.  It’s not his best look.  Short hair is.

Before leaving, Alexander gets a haircut.


I’ve been successful at biting my tongue, as I look at my son’s unmade bed for four days.  But then he surprises me and makes it before leaving, without even being asked.

My apartment was once big enough for both of us, but no longer is.  Alexander’s small room cannot contain him, and his being and belongings have pretty much taken over the living room/dining area. When Alexander is home and studying, I am relegated to my bedroom. And if my door is open, my son will come by and close it. 

Today he leaves and I have my space back. But as always, I feel a tinge of sadness as we say our hurried good-byes.