Telluride, 1917.

"You should have been here last week."

We all should have been everywhere last week.

The fishing was better.

The childhoods more perfect.

Telluride was once a remote mining village in the mountains. (Imagine then, coming down out of the mountains through the snow, seeing the lights of Telluride at dusk.) Today, of course, it's just an outpost of the movie industry. A place to ski between a screening and a preproduction's meeting. At this very minute people are arriving at the door of their simulated frontier cabins in Telluride, Aspen and Vail, with their chefs, their interior designers, their personal trainers, their laptops, their fresh porcini and extra-virgin olive oil, and the script they’ve promised to finish reading by Monday. "Done deal. I promise."

Despite an evaporating sense of what is real, or was once real, a few old things mysteriously hold up under the pressure of overexposure, the onslaught of fame.

This is one of those things.

Men's Roughside Cowhide Jeans Jacket (No. 2482). Four outside pockets. Pretty simple. Nothing ever seems to go wrong with it.

One color. Tobacco Brown.

Sizes: S, M, L, XL, XXL. Imported.