If I were living a post-apocalyptic existence, this Needles shawl collar jacket is what I’d be wearing. I’d begrudgingly help people I found along the way because despite my jaded exterior, hardened by years of eating squirrels and fending off bandits and shit, I’d still hold on to my humanity as hard as I clutched my canteen. But since this isn’t the apocalypse, I totally drive by people who could use my help because I’m hardened by student loan bills and need for food I can buy and consume while still sitting in my car.
