Clothes you'll actually want to wear.

Before it was a shirt, it was something someone said.

Worst round of Lee's golfing life. At the turn house, over two soda waters and a sandwich, Leah looked at him and said, "You're burning."

She meant his neck. His collar was folded flat, doing nothing.

Pop your collar. Breathe. Drop the pressure.

It didn't fix his swing. It wasn't trying to. We've said it to each other ever since — and eventually it became a shirt.

Quiet body. Loud collar. And the collar actually works: polo collars were built to fold up and shade your neck, back before sunblock. Most have quietly given that up. Ours hasn't. Pop it, and the face that spent all day hidden against your neck turns up to show a different scene entirely.

Two scenes on every collar. Water when it's down. Town when it's up.

Tahoe, where we're from. Phuket, where we ended up. Pick your side, or take the pair.