In a somewhat bizarre choice, my recent fixation for my borderline addictive personality has been shoulder construction on jackets. No, seriously. It was an idea, or a realisation rather, that beyond raglan and inset sleeves, there isn’t much else. After mulling it over with one of Britain’s brightest young designers (I’m a name-drop away from sounding like a dick here), I concluded that he was right, standardised patterns are not only boring, they’re also ill equipped to fit shoulders properly. Basically, we clothe our three dimensional bodies with two dimensional garments. There are, as always, exceptions to the rule; 6876 has over the years prided itself upon constructing garments in a manner which few can compete with. So, after eyeing up this jacket, deciding that I was really digging the overall aesthetic, my inner geek was drawn to checking out the shoulders. This may sound like a completely weird post, but those subtle differences are what I use to differentiate between wants and needs in the world of outerwear. The shoulder construction on this number is different, well thought out and, for me, strangely exciting. For the fabric geeks, there are equally intiguing features such as 100% Italian Cotton Resin 189 gram fabric. It also includes custom made London buttons for any, err.. button fetishist? It is quite simply, jacket porn for clothing nerds.
Hickorees brought this to my attention. Who knew that after a long day of chopping wood and other such beard and sawdust related activities, that workwear fans enjoyed a big fat blunt. I suppose it’s because they’re in touch with nature and all that stuff. All those days spent kicking trees in their Yuketens to make them look authentic or whatever has obviously taken its toll. Pot Shots is a photobook about marijuana (I always feel daft using that word, it makes me feel like I’m 40) dispensaries in LA. The photography, for want of a less cringey pun, is dope.
I like Arc’teryx. With the exception of what looks like a complete futile apostrophe in their name, they’re a cool brand. What’s more, they do cool PR stuff which doesn’t try too hard to sell you stuff. I like that because I have no problem being a huge consumer cog in a capitalist machine as long as I’m not treated like an oblivious cash cow. Sell it to me subliminally baby, seduce me or some shit, because really I don’t give two fucks about how your brand’s jacket performs if you’re not cool. I’m a brand snob, deal with it.
Maybe it’s a generational thing, but you older streetwear heads seem to absolutely love your Star Wars stuff. I’ve noticed several people who’s obsessive hoarding tendencies aren’t simply limited to rare trainers and collab tees. So, with that in mind, here’s me extending a generational olive branch from us young cats. Also, I’m posting this because it’s fucking cool. New York based photographer, Rä di Martino, has revisited the crumbling remains of Star Wars film sets in the salt-lake deserts of Tunisia after stumbling across the location on Google Earth.