I have this vintage Lee western shirt that I wear so often that the security guards in my building thought I was one of those weirdos that had a bunch of the exact same shirt in his closet when I'm just a weirdo that thinks his fancy deodorant with hints of vetiver justifies multiple wears a week. This Lee western shirt is indigo-dyed and then multi-colored threads are woven through it. You should probably wear this one a ton so after a while it'll look so fucking good all broken in and destroyed. Who would think simply sitting in multiple places a day—your desk, your car, a subway train, a bus, your couch, a toilet, that other toilet no one in your office building ever uses because it's on a weird floor only accessible by stairs—could have such a profound impact on a textile that can survive up to thousands of years if left undisturbed?