I picked up a handful of the classic No. 10 a few years ago when Jockstrap Central had the last-of-the-last to offer. With three straps in current use, I forgot about a fourth I had stuck in the back of a drawer, still sealed in its original packaging. Nice to know there’s always a spare in case...
There’s a sleazy, raw, voyeuristic quality to this series that I especially enjoy. Like the handful of faded Polaroids you found at the bottom of an uncle’s sock drawer.
There’s a sleazy, raw, voyeuristic quality to this series that I especially enjoy. Like the handful of faded Polaroids you found at the bottom of an uncle’s sock drawer.
There’s a sleazy, raw, voyeuristic quality to this series that I especially enjoy. Like the handful of faded Polaroids you found at the bottom of an uncle’s sock drawer.
There’s a sleazy, raw, voyeuristic quality to this series that I especially enjoy. Like the handful of faded Polaroids you found at the bottom of an uncle’s sock drawer.