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Hard to hate on something so breezy, so made for summer. Breezier than Katz. And compared to today's faux neanderthal naiveté of say Nava, Bradley, Smith or Craven - these retained vintage palettes and foot in tradtionalism makes them just nicer to be around. None of their teenage middle fingers that have come to associate "rule breaking ugly" with genius, or more so, interest. Less authority, just pleasant paint.
