Tanner Goods’ New Store – An Opening Celebration
Tanner Goods celebrates the grand opening of their new store on W Burnside with a packed house. The shop is full of house made leather goods, Danner Boots, and the kind of vintage eccentricities that make their Woodlands location such a unique retail experience.
Anthony Parrish is wearing a purple Supreme hat, Danner Lites, and his trusty leather work belt. He pulls out a card holder to show his friends, his hand is still coated with leather dye, “the inside is lined with Pendleton wool,” he says, “we’re going to test them out soon and then they might be a regular Tanner Goods product.”
Nicole shows me their belt selection. “You can customize everything. You grab the color belt you want in your size, then you grab whatever hardware you want to match with it,” pointing to bronze and silver buckles. She also tells me that the waxed canvas tent nestled in the back of the store is their new fitting room, which she spent the last few days feverishly sewing together.
I bump into Jason Miranda and Erik Johnson of Overhaul Design Shop who worked on the Tanner Goods notebooks pictured below. If Fieldnotes aren’t obscure enough for you, I suggest you store your inspirations in one of these stitch-bound booklets. Jason and Erik are conveniently located near the Woodlands store in Oldtown, and I’ll try to keep my eye out for their design work around town.
Mister Michael O. Andersen dug out his Mister Freedom Denim Peacoat for the special occasion.
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