The Beginning...

It all began on a cool, windy, autumn night at a diner on 21st street. After a night out filled with models, expensive clubs, and a guest appearance from Steve Buscemi (stop laughing, it could happen!), the four of us sat down for some much needed midnight grub. Obviously, Gavin ordered an eggs Benedict and Kyle ordered a full Irish. Sitting just beneath the glowing neon sign on the window, we sipped our coffee and laughed about the happenings of our night, when all at once, the whole world changed. In walked a man, no more than 20 years old, dressed exquisitely. This guy could have had it all… Had he not made one fatal mistake. He was wearing a backpack. But not just any backpack, one of those backpacks that could fit a medium sized child inside of it. One of those backpacks with more pockets than a cargo shorts factory.

We were all speechless. After minutes spent in utter disbelief, Guillaume, like a Belgian Martin Luther King Jr, said, “This can’t go on any longer. We need to make a change.”  Kyle chimed in with a, “You’re right. We New Yorkers, nay, men as a whole, deserve better. We need to provide the top quality.” Then Gavin (shocker!), added, “But we need to remember affordability! We can’t hang our fellow fashionable men of the world out to dry!” Finally, Nassim, said, “Guys, we must search the world for proper leather to craft these bags.” We soon left the diner and began walking the neighborhood to work out the details of our new movement. Deciding upon a name, none of us could agree. After things got a bit heated and Guillaume ended up punching Nassim, we turned around and realized our name was right behind us. Gramercy Park, the beloved icon, was to be the namesake of the movement setting out to end horrible fashion once and for all.

Gramercy Park...

“What’s Gramercy Park?” Unfortunately, if you don’t live in the greater New York City area, you may be asking yourself this question. The word “Gramercy” comes from the Dutch phrase “krom moerasje,” meaning “crooked, little swamp.” The whole neighborhood of Gramercy was once a large farm owned by the Stuyvesant family. Where today’s Gramercy Park is located, E. 21st Street and Lexington Avenue, used to be a swamp. An ugly, dirty, Florida Everglades-esque swamp. It has since become one of the most the most beautiful and high-class parks on earth. It is currently New York’s only private park, only available to those who can afford the multi-million dollar apartments and homes that surround the park. And as if buying the exquisite home wasn’t enough, you still have to pay almost $1,000 for a key to the park. Talk about a transformation. Basically, if you’re in Gramercy Park, you’ve made it in life. You have officially achieved high society status. While this dream of making the ultimate transformation cannot be realized by everyone, we feel we can provide the first step on that path (at a much cheaper price too!). You can’t achieve ultimate success without looking your best, and you surely can’t look your best without an artisan-crafted Gramercy Bag.

Meet the Crew...

Gavin W.

Gavin has a sweater collection unmatched by any man, and a truly impressive number of button-up shirts to wear underneath. He is from Queens and (for some reason) is very proud of that fact. He is cheap, he loves bagels with lox, and he could fill out your tax forms in under 10 minutes.  He knows just about every country’s capital city and could tell you about every craft beer on earth, however, he couldn’t tell you the first thing about sports. Gavin has a professional, sophisticated look and can be found coupling his Hudson bag with his finely pressed suit on all of his frequent travels to and from the Hamptons.

Nassim R.

The name “Nassim,” in Moroccan Arabic, means “The King of Leather.” Don’t look it up, just trust us on that one. A truly suave gentleman, Nassim could recite poetry to you in 12 different languages while driving on the wrong side of the road. He frequently raves about the deliciousness of lamb tagine and in high school, he was voted most likely to swim the Strait of Gibraltar, which he took as a challenge and has since swum the waterway 9 separate times. Nassim is a rugged character and loves his Bowery bag, often wearing it when he visits modern art galleries and when shopping at Whole Foods.

Guillaume O.

Guillaume comes from the quaint Belgian town of Zwankendamme von Stuivekenskerke-Vresse-sur-Semois. He lives on a very strict diet consisting of only smooth chocolate and giant waffles. Though he first came to New York on a study abroad program through his university, he feels he embodies the true immigrant struggle of New York. He tried to start a Belgian street gang until he realized that Belgians don’t join gangs. In fact, they very seldom leave their beer cafes. Guillaume, like Billy Joel, is a downtown man. He’s got his signature Metropolitan bag with him at all times, day and night. Even while sleeping.

Kyle H.

Kyle is about 6’1” and has some of the boniest shoulders you could ever imagine. He has seen almost every Woody Allen film, loves to eat pastrami on rye, and plays many different instruments, including the bodhrán (don’t ask him about it, you’ll never hear the end of it). He can often be found reading John Steinbeck on the 6 train while listening to George Gershwin. He sports The Caulfield everywhere he goes, including hangouts with his good friend, Harrison Ford. (Okay, they don’t hang out, but Kyle did meet him once on Central Park West when he was 4 years old.)