Remember when every dude in Manhattan that was in a creative field* carried a Filson briefcase? Yeah, well they probably jumped ship and walk around with backpacks constantly thumbing their noses at office dress codes these days. Their loss. You should cop this brief with Harris Tweed inserts. So what if every year everyone teams up with Harris Tweed? Every year I like it. HARRIS TWEED WILL NEVER DIE.
*Defined here as any job in Manhattan because everyone is tryna be a creative director or something else really vague even if they are just an accountant or some shit.