Last week, an email from eBay congratulated me on 9 years as part of the eBay community (woulda been nice to include an anniversary discount code, Mr. Donahoe). I didn’t need a reminder—every damn day my spare closet reminds me
You probably speak French. You probably know your quarterhorse from your mustang. And you probably already know that a “French trotter” is a horse and not just a Paris-based shop that stocks clothing and housewares in subdued, absurdly good taste.
Every time I want to poke fun at the quasi-English names of Japanese clothing brands I remember the terrible kanji tattoo I got on my shoulder in 1999. Haha, just kidding! It’s on my calf. For real, though, I have
Last time I tried to sew a back patch on a jacket, Subhumans and black denim were involved. Crust punks are handier than I anticipated—handsewing takes time and more strength than my hands had at 15-years-old. Probably better that I
If you want to sell some men’s clothing right now, the best move you can make is drape it on a beautiful woman, take some hazy photos and huck it at Tumblr like a sexy, Visvim-shod molotov cocktail. In illustration
Wise heads have wondered about ways to convert cred into food and shelter. So far, the alchemy has proven inconclusive, but if they ever get the formula down, this T-shirt is worth at least a six-pack and a single night’s
