Cody Hammond grew up on a working cattle ranch on the West Texas plains, and after working in a high-end menswear store while a student at Texas Tech, his personal style reflected a combination of the rugged and refined. He went on work for Ralph Lauren, serving as Retail Director in their Paris boutique, and after returning to the US, worked for iconic brands like Donna Karan, Valentino, and Tommy Hilfiger. He now creates custom-made men's clothing for discerning clients, and can often be found accompanying his dog, Amigo, to Soho Grand's Dog Park.
What would the title of your autobiography be?
“Tinker, Tailor, Cowboy, Spy”
What can’t you travel without and why?
My buck pocket knife and my faithful dog, Amigo.
What’s your favorite travel destination, and why?
The eastern end of Long Island to smoke cigars, drink Scotch whiskey and strum my Martin guitar.
What’s your favorite thing to do on a Sunday afternoon in NYC?
Absolutely nothing. Or loiter around Soho making pirate sounds.
If you could choose one person to show you “their New York City,” who would it be?
Mickey Mantle, because we all know Mickey Mantle was to New York what peas are to carrots.
What’s your go-to spot in NYC for drinks?
Soho Grand, of course, to be served by my favorite server, Madison. The Room, for solid music and cold Belgian beer.
Do you have any favorite artists?
Robb Kendrick, Jay Dusard and Kurt Markus – all living, breathing cowboy photographers.
What are some of your under the radar must-do recommendations for NYC visitors?
Get local. Meet strangers, open up, tell folks what you do, buy a stranger a drink. Have an opinion. Tip big.
What are some of your favorite NYC stores?
RRL is pretty cool. The Wyeth store is interesting for one off home gear.
Who are some of your favorite musicians?
Ryan Bingham, Don Williams, Ray Price (RIP), Wilco, My Morning Jacket, and George Jones.
What song would you consider your personal soundtrack to NYC?
“New York City’s Killing Me” by Ray LaMontagne.
When you think of NYC, are there any particular memories that immediately come to mind?
During 9/11, Soho was a jump off point to Ground Zero clean up. Welders, machinists, heavy equipment operators from all over the USA descended on us to help. They worked long shifts and would come out of Ground Zero for greasy, cheap food and a beer at a bar up the street called Milady’s (which closed recently). I wanted to get out of my cramped apartment, and one night I walked up to Milady’s, and walked into the place full of men in hard hats, steel toe boots, and Carhartt clothing. They were covered in debris from head to toe. Not one person was speaking. No music was playing. A waitress was taking orders quietly. A man, helmet sitting in front of him, shirt covered in dust and sweat stains, must have weighed 270 pounds, sat and sobbed, head in hands, exhausted. I had never seen or felt that sheer feeling of being so overwhelmed. Nobody bugged him, nobody said a word. Everybody did their job and went back again and again until it was done. I was so proud to be American and so sad all at the same time.