Think those hand-sewn elbow patches you cut out of a vintage tweed jacket and had your moms sew on your old Rugby OCBD is next level? FUCK YOU, SON. WE OUT HERE PURCHASING FOUR HUNDRED EIGHTY FIVE DOLLAR SHIRTS. TOP DOWN, SCREAMING OUT, "MONEY AIN'T A THANG." What am I thankful for this year? Companies that produce products that allow me to continue to spend money in increasingly reckless ways. Seriously though, these Visvim Albacore shirts Union LA just got in stock are pretty fucking sick. I’m asking Santa for a sugar momma this year. I just hope I can provide enough sexual favors in exchange for that sweet, sweet Vis.