I’ve been asking myself: why are we, mostly people who have no practical use for workwear in our day-to-day, so obsessed with it? Why is the utilitarian aesthetic so pervasive across cultural boundaries? I don’t have a complex and scholarly answer, but I do have a hunch.

One skill set does not guarantee another.

Obviously, leadership is a well-trodden topic, but I rarely see the subtle, very important distinction between talent/ability and good leadership. We often conflate the two in organizational hierarchies. At first, that idea seems like a simple, logical conclusion. But if that’s the case, it begs the question: why are there SO many bad managers and directors out there?

HBO’s Sunday night slot has traditionally been reserved for their biggest, most impactful titles. The Sopranos, Game of Thrones, and other culturally inescapable properties. The shows we spend an entire week discussing in the office or within our social circles in anticipation of the next episode. It’s a shared cultural event. These are shows that have served as forerunners and cornerstones of the golden age of high-production television that we currently occupy. That brings me to HBO’s latest adaption of the highly acclaimed PlayStation classic: The Last of Us.

The last time we saw a Chicago 1 high was 2015, but the folks at Nike have been mercilessly teasing us with ‘85 cuts for a few years. So, it was only a matter of time until Chicago color blocking had its holiday-season fling with the inescapable neo-vintage aesthetic. While this newest iteration doesn’t have quite the same shape as its namesake, it does pay homage to everything else about its origin.

Born from the tough, utilitarian aesthetic of the working man’s attire, Notre’s inaugural Nike collab looks more suited for hard labor than the SB Dunk that inspired Jaworowski’s career in fashion.

Dust swarms among the rust colored everything.

It cares nothing for me, but surveys my figure all the same,

this silent planet carved in dangerous beauty.

The curse floated out of his mouth on a sigh, language reorganized into another state of matter. Tiny droplets that fizzed and broke down on and on and on, infinitely rearranging themselves.