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How do you handle neighbors who smoke weed? And other burning weed questions answered
What should you do if your pot-smoking neighbor is stinking up your yard? Why aren’t there any legally licensed consumption lounges in the city of Los Angeles but somehow four in West Hollywood? And what do I need to know about using cannabis to combat the side effects of chemotherapy?
Those are a few of the burning weed questions that have landed in my inbox lately.
And just in time for the 4/20 high holiday on the horizon, I’ve got answers to these canna-conundrums — and more — from the pros who know.
I live in the hills on a large lot. My neighbor’s tenant sometimes smokes weed outside his abode, and the smell drifts into my yard. The back of my neighbor’s house is next to my front yard. When I walk my dogs around my yard, it smells terrible, and I have to go inside. Can I do anything? Tell the landlord or any other recourse? I’m also concerned that when I put the house up for sale in the next two years, potential buyers viewing the property might encounter the smell. — S.O.
I put this question to Stanton, Calif.-based attorneys Craig and Marc Wasserman, a.k.a. the Pot Brothers at Law. “If the landlord does not allow cannabis use, a complaint can lead to eviction. The complaining neighbor could file a nuisance complaint, which most likely will not prevail,” Craig Wasserman wrote in an email to The Times.
“However, a cannabis patient with a physician recommendation is protected under Prop[osition] 215 and can smoke cannabis anywhere, except 5 places: within 1000 feet of a school or youth facility, a no-smoking zone (such as a landlord’s rule), in a motor vehicle that’s operating, while operating a boat and on a school bus.
“We suggest the complaining neighbor politely discuss the matter, and perhaps there is a friendly resolution involving the use of [a] nice air freshener.”
In a follow-up phone call with The Times, Marc Wasserman said that in the two decades-plus of focusing on cannabis-related legal issues, the Pot Brothers at Law have fielded about a dozen phone calls tackling the thorny issue of complaining neighbors, and the brothers always recommend trying to talk it out directly — neighbor to neighbor — before getting the landlord involved and risking getting someone evicted.
“In this case, it doesn’t seem like there’s a landlord involved yet, so there’s a chance to deal with it amicably,” he said. “I had a client who had a neighbor who was smelling [cannabis smoke], and they figured out how to keep the smell away. [The answer] might be as simple as going to a different part of the house and closing the window, or maybe it’s setting up a fan to blow the smoke in a different direction. … It doesn’t need to go right to ‘I’m going to sue you’ or ‘I’m going to tell on you.’”
I’m a big wax person and I’m looking for a new brand. The biggest thing to me is lung health, so if I’m trying something new, I want to make sure it’s nice and clean. — B.B.
The world of clean weed is definitely confusing to navigate, something I discovered firsthand while researching a story about California’s clean weed scene. For those who want to consume cannabis concentrates like wax, there are basically two options for separating the gooey, sometimes-semi-solid stuff that gets you high from the plant material.
What I learned was that the most common (and cost-efficient) method uses chemical solvents — often butane, sometimes carbon dioxide or ethanol — which are later removed. (All legally sold concentrates in California are tested to ensure they’re below state-mandated levels of these chemicals.) Another way doesn’t use any solvents — only a combination of temperature, agitation and pressure. This is often what people are referring to when they talk about “clean weed.” To find concentrates made this way, look (or ask your budtender) for products labeled “solventless.”
Two of the brands whose longevity in the solventless space makes them good places to start an exploration of clean weed are Oakland-based Jetty Extracts, which got into the game in 2016, and 710 Labs, which brought its solventless expertise to the Golden State (from Colorado) the same year.
[My friend’s mom] is currently undergoing chemo and is trying to find some more ways to deal with the loss of appetite. Do you know any reliable sources? — S.B.
Unlike a lot of claims about cannabis’ therapeutic value, its ability to help with the severe nausea, vomiting and appetite loss that often accompany chemotherapy treatment is not in dispute, said Dr. Peter Grinspoon, a Boston-based physician and 27-year medical cannabis specialist. Even so, he cautions your friend (or your friend’s mom) to have a conversation with the doctor.
“It’s always important to talk to the oncologist [first] because of potential medication interactions,” Grinspoon said. “Oncologists are becoming pretty savvy about this stuff because such a high percentage of people [undergoing] chemotherapy are using cannabis.”
Assuming your friend’s mom gets the all-clear on that front, the next step is to choose an appropriate consumption method. Grinspoon said that while edibles are usually preferable (“No doctor is going to recommend the lung irritation that comes with inhalation,” he said), using a dry-herb vaporizer that heats the plant material to release the cannabinoids but doesn’t combust it may be preferable unless there are lung-health issues.
“If you feel like you’re going to barf from the chemotherapy, you won’t feel like eating an edible and you won’t want to wait an hour for an edible to kick in,” he said. “I think the one scenario you could really make the argument for inhaled cannabis is when someone’s suffering from chemo.”
Herb-wise, Grinspoon doesn’t have any specific cultivar, terpene or cannabinoid recommendations to help with appetite, only a ratio to keep in mind. “In a perfect world, people would use something that’s like 15% THC and 5% CBD rather than 22% THC and 0% CBD, but that’s not always easy to find. … It’s the THC in the cannabis [that’s key], and a little bit of CBD is helpful because it mitigates some of the side effects of the THC.”
After that, the last thing to figure out is proper dosage, which is particularly important for someone who has little to no prior experience with the plant. Grinspoon recommends a “start low and go slow” approach. Therefore, begin with a small amount, wait to see how the pot and the patient interact and then adjust as necessary. “With any drug, you want to use the lowest effective dose,” he said. “But also, if you’ve ever smoked too much, you know what that feels like, and that’s the last thing you want if you have cancer and [are undergoing] chemotherapy.”
As for the last part of your question about reliable sources (about cannabis generally or cannabis as medicine specifically), that’s not something you’re likely to find easily online. As Grinspoon put it: “Online information is so contradictory. Everything tends to fall into two camps: It’s either a miracle cure or it’s satanic lettuce.” He knows of what he speaks: These two warring camps — and how to reconcile them — happen to be the subject of his 2023 book, “Seeing Through the Smoke: An Expert Doctor Untangles the Truth About Cannabis.” Although not a resource guide per se, it’s written with the scientific rigor you’d expect from a medical doctor and is chock-full of information that will be of interest to anyone with an opinion on cannabis. I have a copy on the corner of my desk at all times and can’t recommend it highly enough.
How come cities like West Hollywood, Palm Springs and San Francisco have multiple legally permitted cannabis consumption lounges, and Los Angeles doesn’t have any? — A.T.
The OG Cannabis Cafe is one of West Hollywood’s four legally licensed consumption lounges. The city of L.A. has none.
(Dania Maxwell / Los Angeles Times)
In full disclosure, this wasn’t a reader-submitted question but one I’ve been asked dozens of times over the last couple of years. It’s one that crosses my mind every time I write about a new consumption lounge opening in West Hollywood, which, despite being a city of just 1.9 square miles, is now home to four (with a fifth in the works), or visit places where public on-premises pot puffing is permitted, from cities (San Francisco and Palm Springs) to small towns (Ukiah and Philo) in California.
So why not L.A.? Are there plans to allow consumption lounges to open in the city eventually? And, if so, what might the timetable look like?
“The City of Los Angeles has a saturated cannabis market with thousands of noncompliant entities,” Mayor Karen Bass’ press secretary Clara Karger said in an emailed response to my inquiry. “The priority of the Department of Cannabis Regulation is on supporting existing businesses, especially social equity partners and helping more businesses come into compliance. Additionally, with the potential for more input from Sacramento regarding food service in consumption lounges, it may be too early for the City to be able to draft a policy for this business model.”
In other words, blame it mostly on L.A.’s illegal pot shop problem — and a little bit on Gov. Gavin Newsom’s October 2023 veto of a bill that would have allowed for on-site sales of food and beverages at consumption lounges, the latter of which seems to have been solved — legally — by at least two of West Hollywood’s consumption lounges that also serve food. (The workaround involves keeping the food and cannabis concerns as separate business entities. At PleasureMed, for example, the kitchen is in an entirely different — but very close by — building.)
Karger didn’t offer a timeline, but she really didn’t have to. Anyone familiar with the L.A. cannabis scene will tell you that if the opening of legal consumption lounges is contingent on getting the rest of the city’s pot problems fixed first, Vatican City seems more likely to open a weed lounge before L.A. does.
Burning Questions?
Are you a cannabis consumer with a burning question about the wide, wide world of weed — dispensary visits or otherwise?
Then fire off an email to me at adam.tschorn@latimes.com. If I can’t answer it, I’ll find someone who can.
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You’re Invited! (No, You’re Not.) It’s the Latest Phishing Scam.
When John Lantigua, a retired journalist in Miami Beach, checked his email one recent morning, he was glad to see an invitation.
“It was like, ‘Come and share an evening with me. Click here for details,’” Mr. Lantigua said.
It appeared to be a Paperless Post invitation from someone he once worked with at The Palm Beach Post, a man who had left Florida for Mississippi and liked to arrange dinners when he was back in town.
Mr. Lantigua, 78, clicked the link. It didn’t open.
He clicked a second time. Still nothing.
He didn’t realize what was going on until a mutual friend who had received the same email told him it wasn’t an invitation at all. It was a scam.
Phishing scams have long tried to frighten people into clicking on links with emails claiming that their bank accounts have been hacked, or that they owe thousands of dollars in fines, or that their pornography viewing habits have been tracked.
The invitation scam is a little more subtle: It preys on the all-too-human desire to be included in social gatherings.
The phishy invitations mimic emails from Paperless Post, Evite and Punchbowl. What appears to be a friendly overture from someone you know is really a digital Trojan horse that gives scammers access to your personal information.
“I thought it was diabolical that they would choose somebody who has sent me a legitimate invitation before,” Mr. Lantigua said. “He’s a friend of mine. If he’s coming to town, I want to see him.”
Rachel Tobac, the chief executive of SocialProof Security, a cybersecurity firm, said she noticed the scam last holiday season.
“Phishing emails are not a new thing,” Ms. Tobac said, “but every six months, we get a new lure that hijacks our amygdala in new ways. There’s such a desire for folks to get together that this lure is interesting to people. They want to go to a party.”
Phishing scams involve “two distinct paths,” Ms. Tobac added. In one, the recipient is served a link that turns out to be dead, or so it seems. A click activates malware that runs silently as it gleans passwords and other bits of personal information. In all likelihood, this is what happened when Mr. Lantigua clicked on the ersatz invitation link.
Another scam offers a working link. Potential victims who click on it are asked to provide a password. Those who take that next step are a boon to hackers.
“They have complete control of your email and, in turn, your entire digital life,” Ms. Tobac said. “They can reset your password for your dog’s Instagram account. They can take over your bank account. Change your health insurance.”
Digital invitation platforms are trying to combat the scam by publishing guides on how to spot fake invitations. Paperless Post has also set up an email account — phishing@paperlesspost.com — for users to submit messages for verification. The company sends suspicious links to the Anti-Phishing Working Group, a nonprofit that maintains a database monitored by cybersecurity firms. Flagged links are rendered ineffective.
The scammers’ new strategy of exploiting the desire for connection is infuriating, said Alexa Hirschfeld, a founder of Paperless Post. “Life can be isolating,” Ms. Hirschfeld said. “When it looks like you’re getting an invitation from someone you know, your first instinct is excitement, not skepticism.”
Olivia Pollock, the vice president of brand for Evite, said that fake invitations tended to be generic, promising a birthday party or a celebration of life. Most invitations these days tend to have a specific focus — mahjong gatherings or book club talks, for instance. “The devil is in the details,” Ms. Pollock said.
Because scammers don’t know how close you are with the people in your contact list, fake invitations may also seem random. “They could be from your business school roommate you haven’t spoken to in 10 years,” Ms. Hirschfeld said.
Alyssa Williamson, who works in public relations in New York, was leaving a yoga class recently when she checked her phone and saw an invitation from a college classmate.
“I assumed it was an alumni event,” Ms. Williamson, 30, said. “I clicked on it, and it was like, ‘Enter your email.’ I didn’t even think about it.”
Later that day, she received texts from friends asking her about the party invitation she had just sent out. Her response: What party?
“The thing is, I host a lot of events,” she said. “Some knew it was fake. Others were like, ‘What’s this? I can’t open it.’”
Andrew Smith, a graduate student in finance who lives in Manhattan, received what looked like a Punchbowl invitation to “a memory making celebration.” It appeared to have come from a woman he had dated in college. He received it when he was having drinks at a bar on a Friday night — “a pretty insidious piece of timing,” he said.
“The choice of sender was super clever,” Mr. Smith, 29, noted. “This was somebody that would probably get a reaction from me.”
Mr. Smith seized on the phrase “memory making celebration” and filled in the blanks. He imagined that someone in his ex-girlfriend’s immediate family had died. Perhaps she wanted to restart contact at this difficult moment.
Something saved him when he clicked a link and tried to tap out his personal information — his inability to remember the password to his email account. The next day, he reached out to his ex, who confirmed that the invitation was fake.
“It didn’t trigger any alarm bells,” Mr. Smith said. “I went right for the click. I went completely animal brain.”
The new scam comes with an unfortunate side effect, a suspicion of invitations altogether. It’s enough to make a person antisocial.
“Don’t invite me to anything,” Mr. Lantigua, the retired journalist, said, only half-joking. “I’m not coming.”
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The Japanese Designers Changing Men’s Wear
You want to know where men’s fashion is heading? Follow the geeks.
These are the obsessives, fixated, with a NASA technician’s precision, on how their pants fit or on which pair of Paraboot shoes is the correct pair. These are the obsessives who in the aughts were early to selvage denim (now available at a Uniqlo near you!) and soft-shouldered Italian tailoring in the mode that, eventually, trickled down to your local J. Crew.
And where has the attention of this cohort landed now? On a vanguard of newish-to-the-West labels from Japan, like A.Presse, Comoli, Auralee and T.T.
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A.Presse is probably the most hyped of this cohort. What other label is worn by the French soccer player Pierre Kalulu and the actor Cooper Hoffman and has men paying a premium for a hoodie on the resale market? Kazuma Shigematsu, the founder, is not into attention. When we spoke, he wouldn’t allow me to record the conversation. Notes only.
“You mean a better-fitting denim jacket that’s based on an old Levi’s thing? Yeah, OK, sold,” said Jeremy Kirkland, host of the “Blamo!” podcast and the textbook definition of a latter-day Japanese men’s wear guy. Mr. Kirkland, once someone who would allocate his budget to Italian suits, admitted that, recently, over the course of two weeks, he bought four (yes, four) jackets from A.Presse1.
“I’m not really experimenting with my style anymore,” Mr. Kirkland said. “I’m just wanting really good, basic stuff.”
Basic though these clothes appear, their hook is that they’re opulent to the touch, elevated in their fabrication.
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Over the years, the designer Ryota Iwai has told me repeatedly that he is inspired by nothing more than the people he sees on his commute to the Auralee offices in Tokyo. When asked recently if he collected anything, he said nothing — just his bicycle.
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The true somber tale of this wave. The brand’s founder, Taiga Takahashi, died of an arrhythmia in 2022 at 27. The label has continued to plumb history for inspiration. The latest collection had pieces that drew on bygone American postal-worker uniforms.
An Auralee2 bomber looks pedestrian until you touch it and realize its silk. Labels like T.T3 make clothes that echo the specs of a vintage relic yet come factory fresh, notched up, made … well, better. They bestow upon the wearer a certain in-the-know authority.
And so there is a hobbyist giddiness present on Discord channels where 30- and 40-something men trade tips on how to size moleskin trousers by the Japanese label Comoli; at boutiques like Neighbour in Vancouver, British Columbia, where items like a $628 dusty pink trucker jacket from Yoko Sakamoto and an $820 T.T sweater sell out soon after hitting the sales floor.
What’s notable is how swiftly these geeky preferences have wiggled into the broader fashion community. While I was in Paris for the men’s fashion shows a year ago January, all anyone wanted to talk about were things with a “Made in Japan” tag. I would speak with editors who were carving out room in their suitcases for Auralee’s $3,000 leather jackets.
But these were clothes being shown away from the fashion week hordes. The A.Presse showroom was on a Marais side street in a space about as long as a bowling lane and scarcely wider that was crammed with racks of canvas, silk and denim jackets with Pollock-like paint splatters. There were leather jackets as plush as Roche Bobois sofas and hoodies based on sweatshirts made in America a half-century ago.
I got the hype. After 10 days of puzzling over newfangled stuff on the runways, the display of simple, understandable shapes we’ve known our whole lives, but redone with extra care, couldn’t have felt more welcome.
Kazuma Shigematsu, the A.Presse designer, said he had collected a trove of vintage pieces that he housed in a separate space to plumb for inspiration. He made new clothes based on old clothes that benefited from a century of small design tweaks.
By this January, A.Presse had upgraded to a regal maison facing the Place des Vosges, with giant windows and even more reverent hoodies, even more tender leathers. Back in America, I asked an online department store executive what his favorite thing from Paris was. He took out his phone to show me photos of himself trying on a zip-up leather jacket in A.Presse’s high-ceilinged showroom.
On Their Own Terms
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“We never think about trendiness or popular design details,” Ms. Sakamoto said through a translator. “It’s more like functionality, everyday use.” The label has a thing for natural dyes: pants stained with persimmon tannin, yellow ochre and sumi ink, shirts colored with mugwort and adzuki beans.
The sudden popularity of these labels outside Japan can make it feel as if they are new. Yet each label has built a respectable business within Japan, some for more than a decade. Auralee was founded in 2015. A year later, Yoko Sakamoto4 started its line. A.Presse is the relative baby of this cohort at five years old.
“A couple years ago, we would have to buy off the line sheet or go to Japan and see everything,” said Saager Dilawri, the owner of Neighbour, who has an instinct for what spendy, creative types lust after. “Now I think everyone from Japan is trying to go to Paris to get into the international market.”
This movement’s “Beatles on Ed Sullivan” moment occurred in 2018, when Auralee won the Fashion Prize of Tokyo, granting the designer, Ryota Iwai, financial support. Soon after, Auralee was given a slot on the Paris Fashion Week calendar.
“I had never seen a show before, never thought to do it,” Mr. Iwai said through a translator in February, days after his latest runway show. He has now done five.
As we talked, buyers speaking different languages entered his storefront showroom and ventured upstairs to scrutinize items like a trench coat that looked as if it was made of corduroy but was actually made from cashmere and wool and an MA-1 bomber jacket with a feathery merino wool lining peeking out along the placket.
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The Cale designer Yuki Sato travels throughout Japan to find textiles. Unusually, the company manufactures everything, including leather and denim, in one factory.
At Cale’s5 display off Place Vendôme, the designer Yuki Sato described denim trousers and pocketed work jackets as “modest, but perfectionist.” On the other side of the city, at Soshi Otsuki, whose 11-year-old label Soshiotsuki has gained attention for its warped vision of salary-man suits, I encountered buyers from Kith, a New York streetwear emporium better known for selling logoed hoodies and sell-out sneakers than for tailoring.
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Nearly a decade into its existence, Soshiotsuki has hit a hot streak. Soshi Otsuki won the LVMH Prize in 2025, and he already has a Zara collaboration under his belt. An Asics collaboration is set to arrive in stores soon.
Talking through translators with these designers, I began to worry that it might be unfair to group them together simply because they were all from Japan. Auralee simmers with colors as lush as a Matisse canvas, while Comoli’s brightest shade is brown. Soshiotsuki6 has mastered tailoring, while Orslow is known for its faded-at-the-knee jeans channeling decades-old Levi’s.
Rather, as with the Antwerp Six design clique that sprung out of Belgium in the early 1980s, it is these labels’ origin stories that thread them together.
“They’re being encountered on their own terms and respected on their own account, and they happen to be Japanese,” said W. David Marx, the author of “Ametora: How Japan Saved American Style” and a cultural critic who has lived in Tokyo for more than two decades.
“It is a new era of Japanese fashion on the global stage,” Mr. Marx said.
A Love Affair With Japan
Western shoppers have a history of falling hard for clothes from Japan. In 1981, when Rei Kawakubo of Comme des Garçons and Yohji Yamamoto crashed onto the Paris fashion scene, buyers swooned for their brainy, body-shrouding creations.
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Recently reintroduced as Number(N)ine by Takahiro Miyashita.
Years later, Number(N)ine7 and A Bathing Ape synthesized trends we would call American — grunge, streetwear and hip-hop — polished them up and sold them back to the West.
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Years before American men were trawling the internet for A.Presse, they would scour forums for deals on Visvim’s jeans and sneakers. Today, Visvim has stores in Santa Fe, N.M.; Carmel, Calif.; and Los Angeles.
Into the 2000s, clothing geeks were swapping tips on forums like Superfuture and Hypebeast about how to use a Japanese proxy service to buy Visvim’s8 seven-eyelet leather work boots or SugarCane’s brick-thick jeans.
Along the way, “Made in Japan” became a shorthand for “made well.” This was more than fetishization. As America’s clothing factories became empty carcasses pockmarking the heartland, Japan’s apparel industry grew steroidal.
“Japan still has an incredible manufacturing base for apparel that goes all the way from the textiles to the sewing to the postproduction,” Mr. Marx said.
Today, many Japanese labels produce most of their garments and, crucially, their textiles in Japan. When I first met Mr. Iwai years ago, I asked how he managed to create such lush colors. He answered, as if noting that the sky was blue, that he worked with the factories that developed his fabrics. As I spoke with Mr. Sato in January, he shared that Cale’s factory had been in his family for generations and also produced for other Japanese brands that I would know.
Chris Green, the owner of Ven. Space, a boutique in the Carroll Gardens neighborhood of Brooklyn that has helped to introduce a number of these labels to an American market, suggested that because Japan is a small country with a fervent fashion culture, a competitive spirit has been stoked.
“They have to be able to cut through the noise,” Mr. Green said, with brands trying to prove that their cashmere sweater can outclass their peers’, that their silks are sourced from finer factories. What’s more, he said, once these brands have nailed a design, they stick with it. That is something that is important to men, in particular, who hate when a brand abandons its favored pants after a season.
Before he opened Ven. Space in 2024, Mr. Green was an admirer of many of these labels, purchasing them during trips to Japan. As we spoke, he was wearing a pair of Comoli belted jeans that he bought five or so years ago. A similar style is still available.
Primed for What They Were Pitching
At the close of the 2010s, streetwear was running on fumes. Quiet luxury was entering at stage left. If the Row and Loro Piana were expert at subtle, fine-to-the-touch clothes, so, too, were the likes of T.T, Graphpaper and Yoko Sakamoto.
“I went from this guy that wears pear-shaped pants to just wearing, like, a denim jacket,” said Chris Maradiaga, a tech worker and freelance writer in Vancouver. His wardrobe today consists of Comoli’s black-as-night trousers and a purple-tinged coat by Ssstein. His kaleidoscopic Bode jackets gather dust.
That Ssstein clothes have landed in the closets of men on the other side of the world defies the early guidance relayed to Kiichiro Asakawa, the label’s bushy-haired designer. His “senpais,” or mentors, warned him that his reduced designs might leave Western audiences cold. “You need something powerful,” they told him.
He tried, but it wasn’t necessary. It’s the most minimal designs — his cotton gabardine zip-ups, his “easy” pleated trousers — that people are most interested in now. “It actually makes me very happy,” he said through a translator. “My instincts were right.” Mr. Asakawa won the Fashion Prize of Tokyo in 2024.
Adapting to North American Markets (and Men)
Several Japanese designers noted that they had modified their sizing to accommodate larger, American bodies.
“I’ll ask them, Can you lengthen the pants by three centimeters? Because you need that for the Western market,” Mr. Dilawri of Neighbour said, noting that the designers were receptive to those requests.
A number of labels, like Comoli and Soshiotsuki, are already oversize. That’s the look.
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Kiichiro Asakawa ran a Tokyo boutique, Carol, before starting Ssstein in 2016. It’s still there. He, too, said he found inspiration in the everyday, for example when watching an elderly couple have dinner across a restaurant.
There is also the matter of price. On the whole, these clothes are not cheap. See Auralee’s silk bomber jacket, which could be military surplus but feels stolen from a sultan’s palace. It’s roughly $1,700. Ssstein’s9 Carhartt cousin chore jacket with a cowhide collar and a factory-massaged fade? About $1,000. Anyone who has traveled recently in Japan, where the yen is tantalizingly weak, will tell you that these Japanese-made clothes, after being imported, are far pricier in North America.
Yet, as luxury fashion labels continue to price out the aspirational middle-class shopper, many of those same shoppers have convinced themselves that the Japanese labels are a better value. A cashmere coat at Prada is $10,000, and you’ll need $1,690 to own a cotton-blend cardigan from Margiela. Similar pieces from Japanese labels can be half that price, or less.
“Brands like Bottega, Balenciaga, the Row — all that stuff — are so unobtainable,” said Mr. Kirkland, whose clothing budget has shifted to A.Presse. “I will never be in that price bracket,” he added, “but I’m wealthy enough to buy a chore coat for $800.”
Of course, Mr. Kirkland and all of the fans of these labels could own a chore coat for far less — but then it wouldn’t be “Made in Japan.”
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