Faux Leather Jackets Get A Bad Reputation Im Not Sure They Deserve
My sister came to visit last spring, saw a faux leather jacket hanging on the back of my closet door, and said, “Oh, is that the real one or the…
My sister came to visit last spring, saw a faux leather jacket hanging on the back of my closet door, and said, “Oh, is that the real one or the…
My sister called me on a Tuesday, which is not a day she calls, to ask a single question. Brown or black, for a leather jacket, and she needed the…
The guy at the shoe store had that specific confidence that makes you trust someone you met four minutes ago. Leather stretches, he said, patting the toe of the boot…
My manager, who has never once complimented anything I wear, looked at my board shorts on a Friday dress down day, the one time a year our floor pretends casual…
Fifteen minutes on a bus stop bench, no cover, jacket soaked through at the shoulders, and I spent the entire ride home mentally drafting how I’d explain to my dad…
I bought a leather jacket in February, a stiff black moto thing with a collar that stood up like it had personal opinions about my neck, and the guy at…
I bought the jacket at 11:47 p.m. on a Tuesday, which according to my own extremely unscientific theory is the exact window when the good vintage listings drop on resale…
There is a specific ankle bone, mine, left foot, that spent three weeks in October convinced I had bought the wrong boots. Not sort of wrong. Fully, return label printed,…
A colleague asked me last month, over Slack, in the middle of an actual budget review, whether loafers “counted” as real shoes to wear with jeans or if she’d be…
A client texted me a photo from a work event, black Chelsea boots, skinny jeans tucked slightly at the ankle the way they naturally sit, and asked “does this look…