Rascals just rocketed over their S/S 15 lookbook and the Copenhagen-based brand's new shit is vibing very tough guy that eats full English breakfasts, smokes a ton of off-brand cigarettes and collects money for the local mob lieutenant. At least, this is how I'd dress if I was the debt collector for a small to moderately-sized criminal conglomerate in Europe or Southeast Asia. I'd work out at the local Muay Thai club and ride a really dope small displacement motorcycle. I'd be highly desirable to damaged prostitutes, but too damaged myself to ever actually commit emotionally to anyone. At the end of this movie, I'd be shot at my favorite late night noodle stall. There would be no music over the closing credits.
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