In a new golf apparel landscape, the noticeable artistic lean is streetwear collaborations meshing the laid back nature of modern
apparel with the stiffer aesthetic of golf. Nostalgia and historical styling has been lost, even though some of the more influential designs hail from decades prior. Lost in this push for modern fabrics and edgier outfits, is the rural aesthetic of the sport. The true backbone of golf’s historical appeal.

I personally grew up hitting golf balls on my grandparents’
property to the row of corrugated steel boat sheds about 150 yards away. In the
path from my strike to the dilapidated destination were tall pines, stubby magnolias and other foliage that made a straight shot irrelevant. From my newfound love for the sport, and at the mercy of some Georgia crabgrass, I
started to weave a fabric of shot making skills that carried my game for years to come. I would roll the forearms for a low bullet hook that wormed below the oak branches and smoked shed #4 with a resounding bellow. I would hike the left shoulder like Mickelson and rip a high cutter over the tallest pine, waiting for the sound of success on the old tin roof. Line the feet at shed #9 and hit a slinger into #2 with a force that signaled sweet, simple compression on the firing end. It was decades ago but I can still smell the dogwoods and feel the
weathered grip as I launch another one into the Lincoln County sky.

Long live calloused
hands, a wandering mind, and a ballstriker soul.