Over the years, a number of the environments I’ve found myself in for prolonged periods of time have seen North Face outerwear in such full force that the ubiquity became rather unnerving. Cultish, even. Yes, I can confess to spending years reviling the repugnant masses of the North Face Nation, all snug and smug and warm and shit. Even the slogan, “Never Stop Exploring”, raised my pressure significantly. Like any of those fucks was exploring anything other than a Starbucks menu.

That was, of course, until a good friend from Atlanta blessed me with The Truth: a red and yellow 1983 Gore-Tex North Face parka, in pristine condition. Shit would never be the same. Granted, I am indeed proud of The Truth, and often go out of my way in social situations to flex my vintage muscle on the contemporary crowd. And until now, I’d gone unchallenged by even the mightiest of suitors. Yet, much to my chagrin, the fine folks at Supreme are looking to come at me for the title and crash this bash, House Party style. “I smell pussssy”!

Dropping at the NYC and LA stores on Feb. 14th, Supreme’s newest take on the North Face Summit jacket is more than enough to get even a “Face-o-phobe” like me to drink the Kool-Aid. Blessing the children with two new colorways, the Supreme Summit features a hand-drawn skyline inspired by NYC (day and night). And as though the Supreme logo under the original North Face stitching wasn’t enough, the opposite arm features a near full-length “SUPREME” logo, on that “respect the name” tip. Never Stop Stuntin’.

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