After our summer shoot in West County, we wanted to bring the suits back to the city we love. This feels like the other half of that story. A winter chapter. Heavier fabrics, darker light, San Francisco at night.

A couple of the guys took the train up from Palo Alto. Everyone meets up—no big plan except to see where the evening goes. A walk through familiar blocks, a bar that still has some character. The city that contradicts itself and stays beautiful because of it.

For the suits, we chose Scabal—one of the great Savile Row mills. Flannel with real weight, texture, and depth. Ochre plaids, chalk stripes, dark brown wool with a quiet luster. Shot on film, the cloth takes on the atmosphere of Fred Lyon’s San Francisco—fog caught in streetlights, neon on wet pavement—and the feeling of Dashiell Hammett’s city: shadows, corners, late-night crossings.

We ended the night at Mr. Tipple’s—cocktails, vibraphone, dim sum and pork buns. A place where the ties come off and the suits start to relax. Not nostalgia—just a reminder that good style has history, craft, and intention behind it.

Ferlinghetti summed it up best:

The changing light at San Francisco
is none of your East Coast light
none of your
pearly light of Paris
The light of San Francisco
is a sea light
an island light
And the light of fog
blanketing the hills
drifting in at night
through the Golden Gate
to lie on the city at dawn