I fucking love Gant. Gant x Michael Bastian, Gant Rugger, mainline Gant, I love them all. There's something about their brand of Americana that feels so aspirational. Like if I had an excuse to wear Gant-style clothes 24/7 I'd know that I'd have made it. I'd be on a yacht--a real yacht not some dingy boat--with my supermodel girlfriend sailing to the sunset on the Aegean Sea, just because. My dreams probably acquired this image by osmosis because of Gant's lookbooks, but you have to admit that it looks like a nice life. Unfortunately, even though they've now opened shop in Manila, I still don't own more Gant than I'd want to. Not because of the price, but because they only carry until size S, which fits an American small--which isn't really that small. I guess that means I need to find a different fashion-related dream, or at least find a different lookbook to admire. read more