Can Women Actually Pull Off Mens Sunglasses?
I’m sitting at this folding table at this outdoor flea market in Lawrenceville a few summers ago, sweating next to an ashtray made from two cups glued together and this…
I’m sitting at this folding table at this outdoor flea market in Lawrenceville a few summers ago, sweating next to an ashtray made from two cups glued together and this…
My first “real” cowboy hat love started life crushed crown down in a milk crate at a garage sale outside Greensburg. Buried under a pile of schlocky looking fishing hats…
My friend Marcus sent me a text last month. It was a photo of a watch he was about to purchase. Some basic field watch with a canvas strap. Price…
A few years ago I scored the pair of jeans every denimhead dreams of finding. They were like mine, but not mine: a pair of 1947 501s, discovered at an…
I found them folded over a table at a flea market in Lawrenceville back in June. Classic_issue cargo shorts, button flap pockets, waist label, and you could still make out…
My father always ironed his collars so stiffly that they could’ve cut paper. When I was maybe ten years old, I remember asking him why that odd triangle flap sat…
I discovered my first pair of men’s Hokas cussed-and-cross-eyed like I stumble upon most everything; half on accident while poking through a table I almost skipped because the shoes looked…
Every October, some menswear account will repost the same graphic. “Coats That Will Define The Season.” Dark green wool. A shearling collar. Something that passes for description, maybe, like a…
I have a vest that lives rent-free inside my brain. Folding neatly in the corner of one of the many bins at a Strip District flea market, it remains something…
Six. Six scarves languishing in a bin at the bottom of my closet that I will almost certainly never wear again. Not because there’s anything wrong with them. No moth…