One man's trash is trash. Things and people deemed to be undesirable are typically considered not even worth the effort to clean up. But this seems to be changing. From houses, cars, tech, clothes, and even lovers, the disconnect between value and price seems to have inspired a massive shift toward second hand goods. Maybe we should thank Macklemore.
As an environmentalist, I'm supposed to love thrifting since it is in many ways the least destructive form of apparel consumption. Perhaps it's my disdain for shopping in general, but I mostly still hate it. A friend of mine that graduated from OTIS and has worked for some prominent designers, gets most of the credit for me giving it any consideration. I bought this particular jacket at Crossroads, but I'm still not sold.
I do like how many pockets there are, and the amusement from the medical-grade edible wrapper discovered in the pocket promptly after exiting a related conversation with a Lyft driver might've been worth asking price alone. Although I'll probably wear this jacket countless times over the next four months, I still feel like clothes that were one man's treasure are not my treasure. I'm getting closer and closer to making my own garments. Yay me?