While workwear can give you a purposeful cool, it can also make you look like you should be conducting trains on the B&O, or telling disgusted women "what Brown can do for you". For workwear stripped of "work", try Operations. Ops scours the western world (from London, to Milan, to Massachusetts) for artisan/laborer garments, then brings them back to NYC to integrate their stylistic elements into original pieces suited for jobs that don't involve artisanship, labor, or even hoisting yourself from your Aeron. Spring begins with outerwear: the moddishly accented, lightweight tropical wool Watchmaker's Blazer's done up with a breast-high pocketwatch compartment, while the Painter's Jacket sports a three-sectioned pocket for brushes/Chesterfields, and the Blacksmith's Jacket's held together by rivets that'll become exposed as it's broken in (1hr at the bellows/40yrs bellied up to the bar at Sutter Station). The function extends down under with Work Shorts (double fabric'd crotch), and the cotton/linen 1952 Cargo Pants, equipped with a slim thigh pocket and quick-release button-up beltloops -- for when you suddenly become horny/disciplinary. Rounding the line out're slim-tailored, suit-ready cotton buttondowns, highlighted by the Wordsmith's Shirt, fitted with an elbow tab for rolling up your sleeves -- for that suggestion of hard work, without ruining perfect cuticles. My God, they're beautiful.