The Only Bomber Jacket You Really Need

There was a moment, not all that long ago, when I thought I might be done with bomber jackets. This was around the middle of the 2010s, when the classic nylon MA-1 was so ubiquitous, it felt like you couldn't walk a single city block without encountering three dudes rocking it with skinny jeans and suede Chelsea boots à la Kanye. How wrong I was. In the intervening years, the hoopla around the bomber tapered off—an inevitability considering just how huge the trend was at its peak. And then, lo and behold, guys started wearing them again. Because that's how it goes with the classics. They ebb and flow in popularity, but they never go away. And now that we as a society have had a little time to recalibrate, it's clear that trying to deny the appeal of the MA-1 bomber is a fool's errand. And though designer iterations abound, when it comes to bang for your buck—and a legitimate legacy—you simply can't beat the one from Alpha Industries.

View in Browser  SHOP EXCLUSIVE SUBSCRIBE The Only Bomber Jacket You Really Need There was a moment, not all that long ago, when I thought I might be done with bomber jackets. This was around the middle of the 2010s, when the classic nylon MA-1 was so ubiquitous, it felt like you couldn't walk a single city block without encountering three dudes rocking it with skinny jeans and suede Chelsea boots à la Kanye. How wrong I was. In the intervening years, the hoopla around the bomber tapered off—an inevitability considering just how huge the trend was at its peak. And then, lo and behold, guys started wearing them again. Because that's how it goes with the classics. They ebb and flow in popularity, but they never go away. And now that we as a society have had a little time to recalibrate, it's clear that trying to deny the appeal of the MA-1 bomber is a fool's errand. And though designer iterations abound, when it comes to bang for your buck—and a legitimate legacy—you simply can't beat the one from Alpha Industries. Read More If You're Watching 'Shōgun,' You Need to Know About the Battle of Sekigahara The FX drama depicts the days leading up to one of the most important conflicts in Japanese history. Read More Officially, the 13 Best Pens of All Time Tried and tested. This is serious. Read More I Eat Lunch at Dave & Buster's. It's Weirder Than You Think. It is generally bad practice to take sitcom theme songs at their word, but since Cheers debuted in 1982, our culture has normalized the idea that sometimes we want to go where everybody knows our name. I am a lifelong extrovert, but as a man in his fifties, let me be clear: your general outlook about wanting to go where everybody knows your name will change once they know your name at the Walgreens. Sometimes you want to go where there is zero chance anyone will even ask your name, and if there is Skee-Ball at this place, all the better. This is why in the year 2024, I have adopted my dumbest habit yet, and I am a grown man with a favorite scratch-off ticket. I now go—no more than once a week but also no less than once a week—to Dave & Buster's for a weekday lunch. By myself. And I love it. Read More The Absolute Best Deals from Vuori's Sale Section We can't say no to 40% off comfy workout and everyday staple pieces. Read More What Is Successful Nonmonogamy Anyway? It may be more of a promise than a probability. Still, it has its rewards. Read More Right-Wing Media and the Death of an Alabama Pastor: An American Tragedy We all have things that we don't want other people to know about us. Things that might be hard to explain, even to ourselves. The world can be an unforgiving place, quick to judge, and friendships can be fleeting. Would the people whose regard means the most to us look at us differently if they learned of our hidden selves? Would they abandon us? Surely God knows our secrets. What does He think of us? This is a story about just that—what God thinks. It's also a story of identity and exposure, of revenge and public humiliation. Of deep love and senseless loss, and the unending grief of a small town. And secrets. It is a story about secrets. Bubba Copeland had many secrets. And as a servant to both God and man, the judgments of heaven and earth were the alpha and omega of Bubba's existence. Read More How satisfied are you with the content of this newsletter? Follow Us Unsubscribe | Privacy Notice | CA Notice at Collection Esquire is a publication of Hearst Magazines. ©2024 Hearst Magazine Media, Inc. All Rights Reserved. This email was sent by Hearst Magazines, 300 West 57th Street, New York, NY 10019-3779