Haerfest is pronounced "harvest," ya dickbags. Speaking of bags, peep these backpacks that are perfect for casual stunting at your local public transportation spot or, my preferred lifestyle flex, the weekend getaway. You just overstuff one of these badboys with some rolled up boxers and expensive deodorant, grab a tiny duffel or tote for some magazines and books that you won't read and that pair of jeans you won't wear, hop in the whip and you're off on a whimsical jaunt full of quaint cafes and roadside diners. And by "quaint cages," I mean places that don't even do pour overs and THERE'S NO FUCKING WIFI, so posting the shot of a fancy backpack with some rare sneakers nestled next to them in the trunk of your car takes forever.