More Moto

If I could live and die in denim and moto leather , I would. There's no substitute for my moto-jacket. It's travelled with me cross-country, upstate when we had cabin fever, and to LA; the time I got hypnotized by all the bright lights and thought, for a moment, that they all belonged to me. Moto-Leather , was my security blanket through most of my twenties and served as armor for most of that time, as well. This week has really got me thinking about getting down to the bones of it all; getting rid of what's too much to carry or what I no longer really need to hang on to. Sifting through my wardrobe, on one hand in awe - "I can't believe I...