Yo, fat shouts to Billy Reid for coming through with the cool ticket and breast pocket. Do you guys remember when having a ticket pocket was an utterly fucking essential element to your sartorial existence? It really does seem so long ago. Instead of reminiscing about how things were back in the day—the ticket pocket days—let’s focus on moving forward. This tweed jacket is classy enough to wear with probably everything you own. I'd even venture to say that if you bought this shit it would instantly become the classiest thing you've ever owned. Plus, it’s made of "mottled" tweed. Talk about an underutilized adjective.