![]() ![]() A couple of weeks after my visit, the London shop manager tells Supreme's British disciples that if they're planning a pilgrimage they'll need to start lining up on Thursday morning-instead of Wednesday night-because the weekly influx of rough sleepers in $300 trainers is rankling the local government. Every time Supreme releases chunks of new stuff at its ten stores across Europe, America, and Japan-which is every Thursday from the start of each collection-hundreds of people skip school or work to get first dibs. ![]() He's happy to pay for a flight and a hotel-and then wait in line for six hours-in the hope he'll find anything in his size, even if it's just a pair of boxer shorts. Werner knows he isn't getting the Morrissey shirt it'll have sold out long before he makes it inside, along with all the other stuff he actually wants. The photo he didn't want Supreme to use, he said, because they once collaborated with a burger chain-and also just because he didn't like the face he was pulling. The majority of people waiting in line are heading straight for the shirt featuring a photo of gloomy vegetarian Morrissey. In about an hour, the doors to Supreme's London store will be opened, and everyone here-tired Nick patient Werner teenagers from Cardiff, Newcastle, and Canterbury the guy wearing a Supreme sleeping bag like a Snuggie-will get their chance to walk inside, past the sculpture of a smiley white ghost, and flick through the first batch of caps, coats, hoodies, and T-shirts released this season.
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