Freak flag flying, fringe flowing, sweet after-market basket rigged up -- he knows time, man. That's a Peter Fonda/Easy Rider reference young friends. This bad-ass biker got the jacket at a thrift store in Brainerd and the crack in his aviators at
a rave class.
Can we talk for a minute about thrift store leather? And by we I mean me. I'm willing to do some pretty dirty things for under $10, but I usually draw the line at thrift store animal products because I know they represent 20 or 30 years of accumulated dead skin cells, dandruff, oils, bodily fluids and the ooze from a neck boil. Never say never though.
I found this butter soft and unspeakably filthy Moschino Cheap and Chic wonder at a Rockford, IL (home of Cheap Trick and other bacteria) Salvation Army for $4.99. What would you do? Using rubber gloves and disposable plastic forks, I dropped this thing in my dad's laundry tub with many gallons of warm water, Dove dishwashing soap and good ventilation. I swooshed it around pretty vigorously, raked the inner collar and armpits with the plastic forks, rinsed it under the tap, squeezed gently and dried it flat on a rag. Came out with softness intact and nastiness neutralized. I have not gotten a rash nor a boil.
As far as I know.