We all got this weird, unreasonably expensive, unbelievably awesome item of clothing in our wardrobe, which we never wear, because it’s simply too cool for us. We feel intimidated by that thing. It always reminds us of what our life could be if only we were, well, better than we actually are. You know, cooler, smarter, luckier, more fit, more sociable, more determined – all that jazz.
And we fucking hate being reminded of that. It’s not good for our well-being. Our nice, comfortable, mediocre well-being needs to be protected from those overwhelming mind games of wasted possibilities, wrong turns and impulsive actions. At any given moment of time we want to be sure that we’ve done alright. And that thing hanging in the further end of the wardrobe always says otherwise. It’s laughing at us, the damn bastard!
But sometimes we need a bit of a shake-down. We need to start dreaming big again. We need to feel alive. Some people start doing drugs, others decide to go thought some extreme New Age style cleansing. And me, I just put on my weird, unreasonably expensive, unbelievably cool leather coat and go for a walk.
Photography by: Max Lemesh