A Store Is Born

Trafficking in its own unique brand of butch realness, Freemans Sporting Club has become quite the style epicenter with its barbershop-boutique-restaurant combo. The LES gent’s club eschews all that’s fey and foppish, opting for a refreshingly rustic edge where everything is adorned with antlers and plaid—and Field and Stream is touted as a style bible. It’s a lesson in old-school manliness. Now, with their latest outpost, the Freemans boys are braving a whole new wilderness, the West Village, land of piano bars and candle shops. Converted out of an old bodega on Christopher and Bleecker Streets, the second location is jam-packed with Freemans’ staples in all their rugged variations, including not just suits and oxfords, but an assortment of manly accoutrement that might come in handy on a safari or an unexpected hunting trip. Think handmade compasses, dry bags, solar radios, whittling knives and a selection of sporting mags. It may not be enough to cure a limp wrist, but it makes for fantastic man drag.

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