Leave it to Raf to make the best coat ever to relive those days in school when you drove around in the back of your boy's Cutlass Supreme. He always draped a patchwork quilt over the back bench seat and burned incense in the whip and you'd guys get lifted and go to the thrift store and eat chicken tenders and then get lifted some more and walk around Sephora fucking shit up. If you don't go through a bit of a vintage, thrifted, hippie-d out phase in high school or college you're totally missing out on grandma coats like this Raf joint and smelling like generic incense, mid and musty wool.
