The Real

When moments come about when I start straying away from the whole workwear/Americana/denim denim denim/tough guy/military style, it takes a shop like The Real McCoy’s to rope me back in.

Maybe I’m stuck in this style because I need these clothes as a barrier to conceal my otherwise cowardly and unmanly demeanor. Gasp!
[Minami-horie, Osaka - Japan]