Other than the jeans I've already done to death, I have a few things that make me super happy.
I love my TOJ baseball jacket. I bought it used after waffling on it for about a month (seriously, I have no idea how it lived for a month on B+S), and it is so fantastic it's unreal. It's not even the sort of thing I would normally like, let alone love - it's super america'd out, and that's not really my deal - but it looks and feels so damn good it's impossible not to adore it. It's quirky, a little eccentric, noticeable, supple, luxurious, well-built, and is pretty warm too. I can fit a middle-thickness sweater under it, like my ervell lambswool cadet sweater, and it keeps me toasty and swagged-out. I didn't actually know people used the word "swag" in real life until the grocery girl told me I had A "swagged out" jacket.
My double-rider's jacket was on this same level until it was sold due to not-fittingness.
I have a Cloak cadet/officer jacket that I bought used from AR_Six for a song, and it's probably my most-worn piece of outerwear. Cloak was pretty much the only reason I ever got interested in "fashion," and though it was absolutely before my time (and the jacket is about 6 years old), this piece is well-cut, well-made, well-detailed, relevant, and quite frankly, bad-ass. I wear it with everything I own, it has been all over the world with me, and I will never, ever get rid of it. Hopefully , my children will get to fight over it.
I love white sneakers. At one point, I had three or four pairs of white high-tops - Common Projects, Kris Van Assche, Rick Owens, and stuff I can't remember that I've since gone on to sell . I've gotten rid of all of them, and kept only the first pair I ever purchased, way way back in 2010: Balenciaga, S/S 2009, found them on yoox, never looked back. Jet can take credit for enabling these bad boys. They're part satin, part patent leather, and every time I want to wear high tops I put them on and they make me so damn happy. They're incredibly comfortable. I haven't been wearing them as much over the last few year or so (I mostly wear boots) but they'll sit in my closet forever. They're not even slightly understated, but they're also far from the loudest pair of shoes I'll ever own. In fact, I'll probably wear them tomorrow.
These boots were the happiest of accidents. I was trading PM's with Shah in 2010, and said that I was probably going to buy a pair of ivory Dior chukkas, just so I had something to wear with a pair of Petar Petrov pants I had just purchased. He sent me a link to an ebay auction for these, instead, and they have been on my feet ever since. They've been resoled once, made it all the way to china, have been worn in all weathers and in many bars, and though they are not nearly as pristine as they were when I lifted them, hands trembling, out of their plain white box, they are broken in and comfortable and mine, mine, mine.
My favorite t-shirt USED to be a sky blue Alternative Apparel V-neck. Sadly, over the years, it got stretched out after I tried to beat the shrink out of it, it got stained, grungy, tight in the wrong places, ripped and re-sewed, and it generally received more love than a 6$ t-shirt has any sane right to. I really really really had to replace it, and searched for years (as in, multiple years) to find a blue t-shirt I liked. I never found an exact match for the sky blue of the original shirt, but I did find this Robert Geller Seconds U-neck, and it has become my new favorite t-shirt. It's slouchy, louche, comfy, light, airy, and a lovely shade of blue that *cough* looks great with my skin and eyes *cough*
. The back panel is slightly sheer, so it's a little...grabby, in terms of eyeballs, and it hangs off my shoulders in a way I wish all my tee shirts did. I loved it so much I bought another one in mint green. Most of the time, I wear plain white Hanes shirts, but if I could find more of these in my size, I would buy up a gigantic stock.
Although there's more in my closet that I love, I'll just throw this one in here for now, especially since it's pretty different. It's a Bonfire "Sitka" jacket, and it's my ski coat. It's cozy down (550 fill), 20/20 rated (which means it doesn't soak through - at least in my part of the country), tall, beefy, and warm as fuck. I also got it on massive sale, which is, you know, cool and all. It has almost all the technical shit I wanted, and most importantly, I can ski in only a t-shirt and be warm no matter what. It is. fucking. rad. I don't wear it on the street much, unless it's absolutely brutal out, but I wear it every day up in the mountains and every day on the slopes and it is like living inside a toasty blue-and-white oven. Plus, the dog loves it because it feels like a doggy bed.
Those are the first things that pop into my head. Other things to write about include: my mother's vintage hermes neckerchief that was "handed down" to me, which I now constantly use as a pocketsquare, my striped DvN blazer, my white levi's 511 jeans, the incredibly soft double-faced shirt my girlfriend bought me from the gap, and flowers.