but if i was, it would be these things:

wwii german u boat leather

n-1 deck jacket

denim shawl collar deck jacket

vintage chippewas

I swore I was over varsity jackets when I saw them in Urban Outfitters. Buuuuuuuuuut, want:

I am bored.

Today I went through the mountain of thrifting scores I’ve had in my office for a bit now.

Decided what would stay, decided what would be sold. Took pictures.

Found this vintage John Deere jacket. It’s not my jam, but I can see someone digging it. Mmmmm, old tag.

the christian in christian dior,
they don’t make em like this anymore
-kanye

i need to stop buying flannels. and i will. some day. keeping this one.

still not sure if i’m gonna keep this sweater or sell it. i love it. it feels more like a sweatshirt. it’s old. it’s got an awesome old tag. i think i’m gonna keep it.

80′s puffer jackets. they are a weakness.

found two old (70′s?) English jackets. they’re harrington-esque, kinda. either way, they’re pretty awesome. i’m keeping the tan one because i really, really need another tan jacket.

and finally, Pendleton sweater. I don’t think I’ve managed to sell any of the Pendleton stuff I’ve found. I can never bring myself to do it.

I have tolerated your crocks, your Tommy Bahama, your visors, your shorts that reach below the knee, your dad jeans, your gas station wraparound sunglasses, your ill-fitting suits, your dress shoes with rubber soles and plastic leather, your Ed Hardy and your Tapout clothing, your penchant for boxy shirts with low arm holes and your pleated slacks. I can remain silent no longer, for there is a scourge sweeping this country. Worse than the great Mandal trend of the late nineties early aughties, I’m talking about these fucking things:

What are they? Are they sneakers? Are they sandals? Are they something in between? Know what, it doesn’t fucking matter because these things are atrocious. I understand if you want to go hiking and maybe you’re gonna end up on the beach later that these things might seem like a good idea. They are not. Should you ever actually find yourself in that situation, throw some $5 flip flops in your bag. Thing is, I highly doubt that most of the guys I see wearing these things, no doubt paired with an Under Armor shirt that is clearly made for working out, are heading out to the Appalachian Trail any time soon. Fucking hell, let’s just nip this thing in the bud right now. I’m not saying you have to dress like you’re hoping Scott Schuman will take your photo strolling down the street, but take some sort of pride in how you’re dressed. Your grandpa probably did. Seriously, remember when guys used to look like this: