LMAO like I'm not gonna fucking write about a Carhartt chore coat made in collaboration with Undercover. The frayed edges and quilted lining make this jacket perfect for standing adroitly outside the newest "authentic" Thai food spot opened by a white guy that spent five years studying aka stealing recipes from real Thai people to charge you seventeen times what it would normally cost while anesthetizing the experience so nothing makes the experience even slightly uncomfortable or unfamiliar. That's why, while waiting outside because they don't take reservations as that would be inauthentic, you have to stand with an air of indifference. And, like, you're really just there ironically and your sad existence is predicated upon providing informed critiques of the newest, coolest restaurants to begin with.
