I’ve been tangled up with Ebbets Field for a long damn time—customer, collaborator, full-blown admirer of the madness they stitch into every thread. They make clothes the right way—none of that offshore sweatshop polyester garbage. We’re talking historical textiles, archival patterns, and craftsmanship sharp enough to draw blood. These maniacs know what they’re doing.

Now they’re gearing up to launch a new line—built on the sacred bones of their old fabrics and cuts, but with a few modern twists tossed in for good measure. I’ve seen what’s coming, and I can tell you right now: these things are going to kick the living hell out of anything else on the rack.

Details here—strap in.