Every man has articles of clothing that serve as the pillars of his wardrobe -- but if your pillars're shoddy, they'll eventually crumble into the linty catastrophe of your nudity. For stuff that holds up to constant wearing, look to a bleak time when one pair of clothes had to last your whole hardscrabble existence: Gilded Age, in stores now. Named after the era of industrialization and working-class enslavement, Gilded uses authentic, 19th Century tech to handcraft standby sundries you'll throw on after every wash/not-wash. Their vintage jersey knit machines produce soft-but-tough shirts, sweaters, etc, while their selvage looms weave denim sturdy enough to survive even the most grueling...carpetbagging. The weather-aged threads're further oldened by dyes squeezed from parchment, logwood, and the fermented mud of an inactive volcano; the mud's sulfur distresses the fabric, while its iron oxide repels insects (leaving mosquitoes with no target but your moist, open eye). Details-fetishism's exemplified by the buttons, made from mother of pearl, woven-knit, and South American "corozo", an organic material dubbed "vegetable ivory" by people who've never known the joy of killing an elephant. All this workingman's-wear comes at a price -- but one worth paying if you don't want hardscrabble, subway-riding doo wop singers to be exposed to your own catastrophically shoddy pillar.