Hey Buddy, you're striding down a gritty urban block, city lights flickering like fireflies on steroids, and heads snap your way. Not 'cause you're flexing some overhyped logo—nah, it's that mens black flight jacket hugging your frame like it was born for the chaos. Damn, brother, if street style's your religion, this is the holy grail. My sibling and I used to hunt these bad boys in...