My custom black and gold Starsailor jacket arrived from Scotland today . . . I was measured for it last spring when I was in Edinburgh. The Aero Leather factory is in a cute little town called Galashiels about an hour away by train. I passed by rolling green hills in the Scottish countryside to get there. It ruled! And Galashiels itself is idyllic . . . outside of towns in Japan I don’t think I’ve ever been somewhere so immaculate.

Though yeah: they took me into their beautiful underground bunker and a nice guy named Denny let me pick out all the STUFF. I of course chose black leather and brass / gold hardware to match my belt buckle and tooth. Afterwards I departed and strutted along the main boulevard there and got a huge avocado sandwich at this vegetarian coffeeshop. ONCE SATIATED, I headed back to Edinburgh.

That was about a year ago, but I didn’t have Aero begin working on the jacket till this past February because . . . well, I don’t remember, actually. But it was made by hand by a single person in about eight weeks. Her name was on the tag. I had read all over the internet from fellow Aero Dorks that she is the best there is. I believe it!

Anyway . . . it’s 2:48 am here in New York City and of course I’m still wearing the jacket over my pajamas. I gotta break this thing in!! But I shall resist the urge to sleep in it . . .

With this thing on I am impervious to the dangers of the world. It feels like wearing a suit of armor. Plus it looks cool as hell. Though of course I now bear the burden of being The Coolest Guy in Town. Take it from me: it ain’t exactly easy . . .