This is the best chore coat I’ve ever owned. The Cunningham Coat by Imperfects. If you haven’t tried one, now’s the time. At $140, you flat-out can’t beat it. I’ve had mine for years and I abuse the damn thing in the shop – grease, oil, wood glue, whatever happens to get thrown at me. It just shrugs it all off and looks better and better every day…

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There’s a whole shitload of collaborations going on here, but the end game is some pretty dope looking Sk8-Hi shoes. I prefer the camo… All of em drop on November 21.

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Nobody needs a $250 work shirt for winter. Hell, the idea of it sounds ridiculous. You can walk into Costco or Walmart, grab a thick flannel for thirty bucks, beat it to hell all season, and toss it when it starts to look like Swiss cheese. That’s the working man’s logic… and it holds up just fine.

But… there’s another side to this argument, and it involves opening your wallet a little wider.

Freenote sent me their Dayton shirt, built from 6-ounce Japanese wool and stitched here in the U.S. The thing feels bombproof and somehow still fits like a tailored piece. Yeah, it’s $250, and yeah, that’s insane money for a shirt. But after wearing it, I can’t help but wonder if it’s actually worth it.

Time will tell.

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I’ve never hidden it – I’ve got a thing for Red Wing boots. Been wearing the same pair of 1178s since my feet stopped growing, and lately I’ve been living in my Iron Rangers. So when Goods & Services teamed up with Red Wing, my radar lit up.

But instead of a boot, they dropped a Postman shoe… and it’s cool as hell. Clean lines, classic silhouette, and just enough attitude to stand out without screaming.

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I’ve been tangled up with Ebbets Field for a long damn time—customer, collaborator, full-blown admirer of the madness they stitch into every thread. They make clothes the right way—none of that offshore sweatshop polyester garbage. We’re talking historical textiles, archival patterns, and craftsmanship sharp enough to draw blood. These maniacs know what they’re doing.

Now they’re gearing up to launch a new line—built on the sacred bones of their old fabrics and cuts, but with a few modern twists tossed in for good measure. I’ve seen what’s coming, and I can tell you right now: these things are going to kick the living hell out of anything else on the rack.

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END and Vans just cooked up a sneaker bastardized by military fetishism—stitched together with the ghost of mil-spec parachutes. All white, sterile as a government lab, but give ‘em time. Once they’re scuffed, stained, and properly abused, they’ll have some soul.

Pricey, of course. And good luck getting your hands on a pair—these things will disappear faster than a government budget surplus.

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I’ve been stomping through life in Red Wing 1178s since I was fifteen—a scrappy kid in boots built like tanks. Over the years, those bastards have seen a half-dozen resoles and more abuse than any piece of leather deserves. They’ve been bulletproof companions, the kind you’d trust in a knife fight or a blackout bender.

But recently, I slipped into a pair of Red Wing Iron Rangers, and damn if they didn’t impress me. Just as comfortable as the 1178s, and they look tough enough to take a hammering. It’s good to have options, and these are worth every penny. Highly recommended, 100%.

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Somewhere along the line, the world got it twisted, and suddenly the humble chore coat—a workhorse by design—turned into a damn puffed-up fortress of fabric. These days, it seems like every so-called “chore coat” on the market is a padded monstrosity, fit for Arctic expeditions but useless for the gritty, sweaty business of real work. This thing wasn’t born to be some quilted fortress against the cold; it was meant to keep you steady, mobile, and just warm enough when the air’s crisp but you’ve got work to do.

A true chore coat is as straightforward as a hammer and just as essential. It’s got pockets for your tools, sleeves that guard your arms from all the scrapes and scratches of honest labor, and it’s light enough to breathe. Perfect for fall. Spring too. And it’s not so bulky that you feel like you’re moving through molasses.

If you want the real deal, one coat still stands: Imperfects. Ran by a surfboard shaper—someone who knows a thing or two about utility over flash. This guy gets it. His coat is stripped-down, purpose-built, no frills, and no B.S. It’s the kind of coat that’ll move with you, not against you.

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