This jacket has somehow managed to survive several closet purges. Back when I was in elementary school, every summer we would head south to Reno, Nevada for Hot August Nights, a classic car auction. Along the way there was this unbelievable army surplus store my dad had just happened upon which we would pay a yearly visit to in Great Falls, Montana. While Roddo would be sifting through old bits and bobs with my sister, I would busy myself poking around the clothing area with my mom. One year, in an attempt to “jazz” up some old band uniforms, the store decided to tie dye a batch of them. I was mesmerized. I had to have one. I got one. Flash forward to the following school year in Grade 5 and NOBODY understood the piece so I was ridiculed (kids are so mean!) and rather than stand my ground, I tucked it into my closet with a sincere vow to myself that ONE day this jacket would an integral part of my wardrobe. That day has finally come… get ready to see this tie dye beauty on the regular. Never let someone else dictate your personal taste, it’s a lesson I’ve had to learn the hard way many times over.
Photographs – Craig Volkerink