We love visiting the Wythe team twice a year. They always have some wild story about rooting through a collapsing barn in upstate New York where they found a baseball tee or a moth-eaten hat or something that they fell in love with and decided to reimagine. Our clothes are our stories, and they dig up some real treasures.

From the guys:

This dream of a lost Americana became Wythe. The bygone heirlooms of the past, remade to fit well and last long enough to be passed down to the next generation of dreamers.