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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I’m a fussy bastard when it comes to beanies. Call it a sickness, call it a quest, but if a hat can’t keep your head from freezing, it’s just a fashion accessory for some Instagram-driven husk of a man who doesn’t know the raw bliss of a warm skull in a winter wind. But then, you give me one of those thick, itchy wads of wool, and I’d rather stick my head in a blender. Somewhere out there, I kept telling myself, there’s a beanie that doesn’t make you sweat like a linebacker and still fights off the godforsaken chill.

Enter the Huckberry beanie. The thing’s a revelation in simplicity. First off, it nails the elusive middle ground in thickness, which is practically an art form. Huckberry skipped the full-wool route and leaned into synthetics, with just a splash of wool—14% to be precise. But damned if it doesn’t stay warm without turning my head into a swamp. Just enough heft to keep the cold at bay but none of that suffocating wool weight that makes you want to tear the thing off and fling it across the room.

Size-wise, it’s a miracle in minimalism. One small fold, and it’s down over the ears, doing its job like a quiet hero. Roll it up a little higher, and it perches right where it should. No flopping around like a sad sock, no creeping up the head like it’s trying to escape. This thing fits.

And here’s the kicker: thirty bucks. For the price of a cheap lunch, you get a beanie that actually works. It’s a rare find, a gem in the oversaturated wasteland of overpriced “outdoor gear” nonsense.

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This is exactly the kind of lunacy that lights a fire under my ass. Leica teams up with Aether to make a “Reporter Jacket”—a jacket supposedly crafted specifically for photographers wielding the Leica M. Sounds cool on paper, right?

Then, they slap on an $800 price tag. Eight hundred bucks for waxed cotton and a horde of pockets. Now, at $300, maybe I’d understand… But let’s not kid ourselves—any photographer with half a brain could wander into a military surplus store, grab an M-65 jacket for under a hundred, and walk out better equipped and better dressed for the job of actually taking pictures.

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About a year ago, I got a pair of Orslow fatigue pants as a gift. They were incredibly expensive, made in Japan, and gorgeous. So gorgeous, that I treated them preciously. After a while, however, the novelty wore off and I started to treat them like regular old pants – time in the shop, on the road, outside, etc… I have beat the hell out of them.

And the thing is, these things wear like sweat pants. Something this comfortable should not be so durable. They have outlasted jeans and still look fantastic. I am not, a convert… and these have become part of my uniform.

If you find them on sale, buy the shit out of them.

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These folks sent me a pair of these pants out of the blue. I didn’t expect a whole lot. I was dead wrong. These might be the best damned work pants I’ve ever worn – especially in warm weather climates. They have some stretch to them, they breathe incredibly well, and they seem tough as all hell.

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