Big Giant Field Notes


WORDS CAN’T DESCRIBE THE GLOW I’VE GOT: So I get over to Charleston Friday afternoon and Gil gives me the tour, and we shoot the shit high and low, and cover everything in the world. From the bands that matter, to the designers worth loving, to where to find a good sandwich. The important shit. And then the guys says, “We made you a little something, boy!” And we go to his shop and he presents me with the greatest items I’ve seen in a long, long time: Big, goddamn Field Notes! a big, meaty stack of the things!
I was, and still am�€”blown the fuck away. So cool. Been playing with one in the shop all day today. Hell, might even get the back pocket on my jeans “taken out” a bit to fit one of these sonofabitches!
Thanks, Gil. Just when shit couldn’t get any cooler, well, you open the world up even more. Appreciated, buddy!