Once upon a time, a friendship was formed over the shared pain of sciatica and a love of heavy music. It was deemed we’d be the “Sciatic Anarchist Club”, total members, two. I’d been meaning to make this specific jacket for the other member for years now, but it wasn’t until recently that I found a vintage army jacket in his size.
It was a good way to dip my toe into some of what I want to do here at Casa Robles 1975.
Here’s a sped up video of part of the making of the jacket and a picture of the finished piece. If you want something like it, don’t be shy, ask and we can talk about it.