
Braithwaite Wallets, the brainchild(ren) of designer Connor Ferster, offers products borne of a passion for and a commitment to excellence. Connor is so discerning and zealous for quality that it took him two years to wade through crappy prototypes to finally get his product line where he wanted it. As a guy who obsesses over the details, I respect that.
Made of the same leathers as Coach bags and held together with kevlar stitching and the occasional YKK zipper, Braithwaite Wallets are not made to be disposable. My compadre Dusty and I jumped at a chance to demo two of their current wallets, the Vagabond and Cypress. Hit the jump for our take on each.

This wallet is one of Connor’s personal creations (some of Braithwaite’s offerings are designed by others artists), and it’s a looker. Made for those of us who are (or strive to be) a bit of a rolling stone. Traipsing across the Europe, the country, or the county, the Vagabond is supposed to keep your essentials protected and easily accessible. Connor’s description beats anything Elaine and Kramer busted out for J. Peterman, so I’ll stick to my impressions.
Made of “Brigand” leather, it not only looks/feels great, but the Vagabond sheds water like a champion. Combined with it’s zip shut design, it thrives in adverse weather (i.e. NYC for me last weekend, or everyday in Maine). The interior arrangement is well thought out and executed. Slots for 8 cards are well spaced out and edged with more “Brigand” leather. The fine silk lining of the interior pockets makes retrieving your cash or passport a breeze, as they slip in and out easily (insert perfunctory “That’s what she said!”).
Traveling the other weekend I had no problem fitting all my essentials into the Vagabond (a slew of cards, my passport, parking tickets, room key, cash, even a moleskine). My conclusion is that the Vagabond is the quintisessential travel wallet for men; Rick Steves, eat your heart out, sir! Oh, and the steampunk-esque aesthetic is a nice touch, as well.
Cost: $133
Now I’ll turn it over to Mr. Overby and his impressions of Braithwaite’s Cypress.