LOGBOOK

Spring seems to be well on its way, and the selection at your local rag dealer has adjusted accordingly. Before we get carried away, we wanna thank you all for keeping the door hinges going. Having a clothing spot would be nothing without the people rocking those clothes. So, since you guys ransacked the store last week we have to refill the rails with new bangers. And what would be a better way to start a new week than the UPS coming through with couple of boxes of gems from

The M47 field jacket was born in a weird in-between moment. The war was over, but the dust hadn’t settled. France needed new fatigues, fast. The old pre-war stuff felt tired, obsolete, not fit for the kind of conflicts that were already brewing. Meanwhile, across the Atlantic, the Americans had just spent the better part of a decade pouring time, money, and brainpower into outfitting their soldiers properly. Like it or not, the benchmark was set. The French took a long, hard

We’re done with winter. Mentally, spiritually, physically. The slush can stick around if it wants, but inside these four walls? We’re flipping the switch. Yeah, we dislike the word “drop.” Too much hype. But like most Finns, we’re fucking stoked. You know the feeling, when the first sunbeams of Spring blind you, and you dig out your favourite sunnies and hit the streets. With our lovely seasons you really learn to respect the hell out of the sun light. So, considering the ci

A lot of you have been down the rabbit hole lately, late nights, open tabs, reading up on raw denim like it’s some half-forgotten craft. Makes sense. Raw’s back in a big way, having itself a proper renaissance. And as your local denim peddlers, it feels only right to pour you a monster and explain what the hell it’s all about. Let’s start with some basics. Dry denim, raw, unwashed, untouched, is denim in its most honest state. No bleach, no pre-fab fades, no fake backstory. Y

We’ve been washing new gear non stop, in order to supply you misfits with the freshest vintage rags known to man. And since the winter seems to be here to stay, we’ve stacked the rails accordingly. We got a humongous stack of vintage Patagucci software. Rails are bent with new goodies. Drop by and get yourself something warm to avoid hypothermia. There is outdoor brands and then there is Patagonia, or how we like to call it Patagucci. Born out of dirtbag climbing, hijacked by

Two boxes from Gothenburg, just landed in Mechelininkatu. Inside? The first real hint of spring and a fresh stack of Nudie Jeans. We got a new daily driver wash of our fave fit, Rad Rufus. Spiced up with a classic light grey sweatshirt, many of you’ve been asking for. To top those future classics off, we got our bestselling western belt, now in brown suede, full-grain, perfect to take any fit to a next level. All these and heaps more are now waiting for you at your local rag

The washer’s been working double shifts and the payoff is finally here. Fresh harvest, pulled from the spin cycle and ready for the next chapter. Workwear with scars, military surplus with history, Patagucci jackets, flannels, denim, band tees, aka the usual BSM staples we live by. All washed, steamed and ready for the next misfit to take them for a spin. Racks are full. Doors are open. You know where to find us.

1980's Hanes thermal shirt John L. Sullivan in 1898 Before it was “thermal,” it was long johns , armor for men who worked in the cold and didn’t have the luxury of central heating. The story goes that the name came from John L. Sullivan, a 19th-century heavyweight boxer who stepped into the ring wearing long underwear and nothing else. The man fought like hell and looked the part, tough, raw, unbothered by convention. His name stuck to the garment. As the 20th century hit, wa