This vest carries a story as raw as the fabric itself. It was bought straight off the back of a construction worker, who was climbing down the scaffolding outside our house one afternoon. I was just leaving when I saw him — his vest covered in dust and sunlight — and something about it felt real. I made a quick U-turn, caught up to him by his truck, and somehow convinced him to sell it to me. What drew us to this piece was its honesty.
I t had been lived in, worked in, earned — every mark telling its own tale. The distressing on the front wasn’t designed; it was experienced. It fit perfectly with the spirit of our collection — a story of youth, rebellion, and movement. You can almost imagine a restless soul wearing it, Jumping fences, catching on the same edge every time — each scrape adding another layer of to the story.