Nice lunch box, bro. All kidding aside, from the neck down, homie looks like a flat-chested, middle-aged Long Island divorcee strolling about town on a mission to find some young D.
Fastening your belt through the left loop is really, really cool. It makes you an individual. It screams my relationship with my denim is so filled with lust and excitement that I cannot even bear to treat them like a normal pair of pants. And this is all fine and good until the moment Miles Davis over here finds himself in a McDonalds bathroom desperately trying to unbuckle the God damned thing, sharting all over himself.
Function over form, my friends.
What a tiny briefcase for such oversized clothing. But it’s more of a lunchbox than a briefcase, to be perfectly honest. Looks like he’s just going to disappear into thin air, leaving a pile of clothes and no trace of human remains.