Old shit is old
And you should like it that way. Full time hot air salesman and part time ragtrader Andy Spade photographed by Francesco Carrozzini for the Levi’s 501 vanity book commemorating 140 years of the mother - and father - of all denim jeans. The damage on the last picture might not be there in reality but I like to imagine it to be there. Most readers will know that Andy carefully cultivates an used-and-abused aesthetic. Or the understated, unkempt, comfortable oldman style - a thing velponi accused me of. Terrible lies and slander of course, all my textile affectations happen to be happy accidents and convenient coincidences. Really, just happy accidents and pleasant suprises. Now because everybody gets off on a good crash, let’s do a post mortem of it and hope we
can reenact it get hit later in a similar way. My insurance agents examined the wreckage and their report reads as follows: tweed&denim, untailored shirt with too long sleeves, greasy patrician mullet, faux ripped denim held up by a remarkably flimsy belt. Instant wipe out.