In this team picture.

In this pair of ugly Birkenstock.

On this beautiful poster for Hermès.

In this man.

Everywhere here.

In this chair of course.

In this coat made by the french brand Husbands.

In this wonderful Mister Freedom x Buzz Rickson jacket.

In this typography.

In this perfect vintage illustration.

In this reproduction of Louison Bobet jersey made in Italy by De Marchi.

In this strap.

On this pair of Alden.

On her head.

Inside this plate, trust me.

In the middle of this ugly plate from Alsace.

Under this hat of course.

Inside this bottle, tested and approved.

In this ridiculously expensive boomerang made by Hermès.

In this Honda Spazio.

On his shoulders.

In this vintage Patagonia worn by Hunter S. Thompson.

In these vintage badges.

Inside these rubber boots.

In the pink Momotaro stitching.

In these pin-ups.

In this collaboration of Todd Snyder and Champion.

On this bag.

In pastas forever.

In these Yuketen shoes.

In these Hermès illustrations.

In the combination of checked shirt and gold Audemars Piguet.

In this painting.

In Emile Allais on this picture.

On this gun.

On the shoulders of this picker.

In this Rocky Mountain classic vest.

In this yellow sweater for sunny winter.

In soap bubbles.

In this shop named Son of a stag in London eastend.

In this drawing that you can see at L'Express in Paris.

In this vintage fluff.

In this very classic combination.

Under this wool cap.

In this absolutely perfect combination.

One year ago, I did two articles about the invasion of the fake trend.
(This one and this one).
This is funny to see the expansion of this trend everyday and a true consecration to see the confirmation of my intuition in the very respected Glamour magasine (I'm joking...).