Racquet Club Sneaker
The Racquet Club in Palm Springs, California, founded in the early 20th century by two Hollywood actors was the place to be seen in the sixties and the hottest spot for the celebrity social set — so says the September 1960 issue of Palm Springs Life Magazine. Imagine Paul Newman on the courts, Rock Hudson by the pool, and Marilyn in the club's invite only “Bamboo Room.” The world's No. 1 tennis players hit balls at the Racquet Club but let's be honest, the A-Listers had the run of the land.
- Smooth durable suede
- Single piece u-bal design
- Contoured foam footbed
- Low profile textured rubber foxing
- Traditional long-lasting calendar outsole
Comfortable, light, well-crafted, and classic prep look. First pair of “leisurely sneakers,” and must say I am impressed. Thanks for the quality shoe that I can wear casual, or for a night out on the townBest shoes. No question.
Love the style, love the look, love the feel, love everything. Thanks!Great shoe narrow fit
Love the shoe narrow fit though. This is my 3 pair will keep supporting SeaVees.
Born in 1964, SeaVees is the original way to go casual.
With a groundbreaking advertising campaign throughout the 1960s, SeaVees pioneered the transformation of the sneaker from gym shoe to casual shoe.
For any social affair, one could show up in SeaVees; a comfortable sneaker with the sophistication of a dressier shoe.
Today SeaVees honors its 1960s origin by continually making modern amendments to classic design, resulting in a timeless sneaker of exceptional quality.
The seavees legend
Lost. In a sea of uncertainty. Was it 2005 or 2006? Can’t be sure. You see, I'd lost my compass. Been adrift for awhile. And if I’d only known exactly how to change my course, I would’ve done something. But I didn’t. And so it went... Then we found each other. As two destined souls always do.
Swept away by an undertow of strangers on the streets of Tokyo, I wandered. Far from home. Losing myself in foreign sights, sounds, tastes. And characters. One of whom invited me into a dusty old surplus shop. It was all vintage Americana, filled with well worn clothes. Scratched vinyl, Beach Boys and Dylan. Faded photographs, Marilyn and McQueen. And I felt nostalgic. For a time I’d never known.
In a glass case, there they were. Waiting. “These please,” I said, pointing to the salt-washed mystery. The old man smiled, handing me the first pair of SeaVees I’d ever seen. And they spoke to me: the sky blue herringbone sole, the license plate logo – somehow familiar but slightly, beautifully, off center. In the name was the seduction of the Sea. Then, a large distinctive wishbone V. "A treasure," I whispered under bated breath. I began to yearn. For a passage I’d never had the courage to take.
And so I submerged on my journey. Back in time. Through a deep dive of archives, journals, magazines. And discovered a birth - in 1964 - of a BF Goodrich brand that pioneered the coastal casual lifestyle. That defined California in its golden age. In the guise of a shoe. Then seven years later was abandoned, without a trace. And lay dormant, buried for nearly 40 years. Waiting for a dreamer. Waiting for someone like me.
Anchored back in Boston, I kissed the girl I love. Hugged our kids. And shocked our families, our friends. Bid farewell to life as we knew it. We sold our home and our car. Mostly everything. Except our pictures and my dog-eared Kerouac paperbacks. And headed West. To California. To set up shop in a Santa Barbara studio. With open windows and the cool breeze of the Pacific blue. To live between mountains and sea. The way I’d always dreamed to be. To breathe new life into something old. Something authentic. Something long lost but rediscovered.
Found. A 1960s California dream. SeaVees.