We out here like it's 1998, and that means we're shunning tailoring so hard we think sprezzatura is a type of shaving cream. Allegedly, nobody wears jackets anymore, but you can sort of get past that obstacle with shirt jackets, otherwise known as mandated uniforms of the 4Pinz police state. Apolis makes this pretty much perfect wool shacket, which is extra rare because indigo. It’ll artfully fade while you stand on nondescript street corners—always with sultry foreign womens in the background—and bleed onto the waiting throngs of the indigo starved masses milling at your feet. With hidden hand warmers you can do all of the above and still look extremely disinterested in everything.
