Whether A Wool Coat Bobbles Depends On Something Nobody Puts On The Label
A client sent me a photo three weeks into owning a coat, wool, camel colored, from a brand that shall stay nameless because I don’t have their permission to drag…
A client sent me a photo three weeks into owning a coat, wool, camel colored, from a brand that shall stay nameless because I don’t have their permission to drag…
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 a navy wool coat off a resale app for forty dollars in February, third listing I’d tracked that week, and the second it landed on my doorstep I…
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…
I stood in the store doing actual math on my phone calculator while the guy behind the counter pretended not to watch me. $340 for a wool coat. I typed…
I wore a black bomber jacket to a Tuesday morning meeting last month, the kind with the ribbed cuffs and a zipper that costs more to replace than the jacket…
I wore my brother Sam’s old blazer to a client dinner in March, sat down at the table, and felt it pull weird across the back like the fabric was…
My phone buzzed four times in about ninety seconds. My friend group chat, the one that exists mostly to argue about nothing, had landed on puffer jackets because someone had…
Someone on a menswear forum once told me, with total confidence, that Burberry personally designed the trench coat for officers in the trenches of World War I, sketched it himself,…