So-called thrashed clothes, garments resembling something closer to rags, are coveted by vintage fanatics. Photo: The New York Times
When Abe Lange lived in the East Village of Manhattan, he would sometimes take his breakfast in Tompkins Square Park, wearing his favourite zip-up hoodie.
You might say it had seen better days: The black jersey had faded to a charcoal ombre, and large portions of the front and sleeves had worn away, revealing the inner thermal lining.
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