Hello.
Punks not dead.
All my life I lusted after a pair of engineer boots (In my youth everyone wanted to be Joe Strummer!). Of course this led to selvedge denim and now I’m down the rabbit hole…..
I stand at an espresso machine all day long. Every time I hear loose change jingling into the tip jar on the counter I imagine how much closer I am to a new, beautifully made bit of kit. I suppose it comes from being the youngest of 4 brothers and wearing ‘hand me downs’ most of my childhood (believe me, there wasn’t much life left in the clothes when it was my time to wear them). Now I only wear the best quality clothes I can find……enter IH.
Funny, I was ragging the arse out of my motor bike the other day on the way to work ( everyone who owns a bike has to ride it like a dick at least once a week, it’s the law!) and it suddenly occurred to me I was wearing my new IH jeans. Stamped on the anchors and rode the rest of the way like a vicar on Sunday.
Cheers.
Vince.