Dog, copper bracelets are the fucking truth right now, especially copper bracelets made by Navajo artisans for Self Edge. I always look at the jewelry when I'm at Self Edge, but I never buy anything because my job as a member of the #menswear benevolent society is to just take up space that's meant for paying customers. I just drink coffee and touch the selvedge on all the jeans and ask which prefecture it comes from. Gentry talks about how the bracelets will oxidize beautifully over time, but fuck that delayed stunt. I'm gonna buy the rising sun joint and then post up at Carson Street, scrolling through my feed as I lounge in those leather chairs they got in the back. ONE OF YOU WILL NOTICE MY BRACELET AND SECRETLY BE DISAPPOINTED BECAUSE YOU WERE PLANNING ON BUYING IT THIS WEEKEND.