The Ubiquitous Winter Coat - Kaveh Tabatabaie
In our long and patient wait for the (non-ironic) comeback of the Starter jacket, we fellas have had to find alternate, albeit obviously less satisfying, ways to keep warm. There are sweaters, hoodies, cardigans, and wind-breakers abound to get us through the fall chill, but once winter rolls in many of us fall back to our trusty, versatile, and alarmingly more common friend – the pea coat. Sure, there are bulky down jackets that'll keep you toasty, but also leave you looking like you're continually on your way to or coming back from a ski-weekend and/or the South Pole. If you live in a city, or let's just say anywhere with internet access (hah! No excuses!), your daily winter coat should not be something tested in Siberia or sold in a store with a climbing wall. That being said, the pea coat is not the only option for those of us who want to avoid looking like we just reached base camp whenever we arrive somewhere – there are Chesterfield coats (for the dressy), shearling parkas (for the rich), and my current preference, the bomber jacket. Now, the criteria for what constitutes a bomber jacket nowadays is fairly broad, but they generally come down not too far past the waistline, include a high collar that covers the neck and often have wrist-hugging cuffs. Being one to avoid the puffy, shiny, and leather-daddy assortment, my favorite for this season is a classic, stylish wool and cashmere blend from New York City's In God We Trust. Eye-catching without being in the least bit flashy, it's the perfect way to keep warm for winter without getting lost in an inevitable sea of pea coats, and will last you as long as it'll take for the Starter jacket to finally reclaim its throne as the King of Winter (A very, very long time).
The Men's Bomber Jacket is available from In God We Trust for $565. Do it.
This week ITS is being curated by [KAVEH TABATABAIE]. Kav is a New Yorker currently living in Vienna, a move which has made the mispronunciation of his name considerably funnier. A writer, cook, translator, and contributor to VICE Magazine, he has a crippling fear of speaking German, but manages to get by on his dashing good looks and immutable charm [sic]. He spends a great deal of his free time yelling at fully-grown adults riding scooters past his apartment, a public service which has become his greatest motivation for improving his spoken German.