I feel like people are starting to think I’m like the Kurtz of Four Pins, running amok all isolated in Detroit, spewing words that are increasingly unrelated to the clothing I write about. If I were losing my grip on
Harris Tweed needs to be in everyone’s closet. Why? Because that shit is warm and weather resistant. Mother Nature can be kind of a dick, but at least she also provides this magical wool—she gives and she takes, ya dig?
You don’t have a fishtail parka? YOU DON’T HAVE A FISHTAIL PARKA?! I thought you were all about style not fashion, bruh. Not only am I disappointed, I’m angry too. The only way to placate me and my baseless standards?
