These Journal Standard x The Hill-Side modified jungle jackets (in navy and olive) are something I would wear if I were a spy or consulate worker in a Graham Greene novel set in Vietnam or some shit. Most likely, though, I'd be in the film adaptation because I'm not really sure if ol' Graham could faithfully describe how dope my undercover spy posing as a consulate worker alphet would really be. I'd have a dope, affected way of smoking cigarettes and I'd meet my contacts and operatives at the dopest banh mi spots, always sipping ice cold coke. I'd commit a single act of violence that suddenly disrupts the almost paradise-like pacing and setting that effectively and vividly illustrates the horrors of war and colonialism.