I had a hippy phase in college, where my friends and I would eat tiny pieces of paper, smoke weed, frolic in nature and then sniff plants. My brain chemistry since then has become more deep fried, in the best way of course. 

 

From my experiences tripping dick in nature or in the museum, things look hella weird, sometimes melting, sometimes fractal, sometimes ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics flying at 100mph in the inside of the porto-potty walls.

 

 

Anyways I love the cropped look of these vintage French cyclist jackets, often constructed of twill in the particular shades of blue of French workwear. The convertible collar, waist cinching mechanism, and slight lower set pockets I really do fancy.

 

I always wondered what Hofmann was wearing during his maiden magical bike ride in 1943 Switzerland from his lab. Apparently it was horrifying but I like to think he found some whimsy in the world around him progressively distorting. I could imagine him wearing a cyclist jacket and tripping the fuck out being like "why is everything so wobbly?"