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A handmade card from a kid I’ve never met sits right next to sample orders and price tags. It shouldn’t mean that much. But it does.
I was supposed to go to a sample sale. I didn't make it. I got tacos instead. And I don't actually regret it.
Most people walk right past the good stuff at the Venice flea market. I almost did too. Then I found a cracked leather belt and a sweater that smells like someone else’s living room.
The best part of my day happens before most of LA wakes up. No emails, no samples to review. Just cold air, a cracked sidewalk, and eight minutes to clear my head.
This blog isn’t about being the best-dressed guy in the room. It’s about stopping the mental loop of “should I buy this?” and trusting your gut. I started it because I got tired of overthinking my own closet.