Growing up, I vividly remember my moms uniform: a white button down, black pants and a pair of chic loafers. We didn’t have a wash and dryer in our apartment, so every other night, she would take her white shirts and soak them in a bucket of soapy water. Thinking back, I had to have developed my love for a crisp white button down, from her. And now that I’ve figured out how to keep white shirts looking FRESH, my collection has doubled in size. No shame though! They all serve a different purpose (kind of…) and all get plenty of love.
photos by Keith Hodne