Veste de Ville

Every blacksmith needs his bellows,

Every seaman, his boat.

For every railman, a ratchet,

+ every engineer, a coat!

The bone of my bones, the flesh of my flesh. The Plage shall be alone no more, for his townly companion has been made, cut not from the same cloth, but bloody similar let me tell you!

Like the modern man, the VdV must be tough but forgiving. Show me paint, show me sun-tan, show me a light smattering of engine oil + incense dust. Toolbox under one arm, newborn under t'other.

Through a tres(!) labourious development process we have settled upon a garment furnished with such a pureness of detail, that all the lads down the pub will roll their eyes as they once again prepare to ignore your soliloquy about the Unité d'Habitation. IYKYK.

This unlined gallerist's boon is sewn with single needle shirt-style construction, as the Plage, as our shirts, and is as ready as them all to be worn, torn, patched + romanced.

Sous-vest sous ta veste. A crumpled silk beneath your coal.

- fine Japanese cotton canvas
- 305gsm, 100%co
- stone washed
- unlined construction
- shapely, yet relaxed
- L·E·J mother of pearl buttons
- 2 inner, + 3 outer pockets
- ventless
- hanger loop
- made in Italy