You won’t only find pictures of me here. It’s more a collection of what’s coming from me: The things I’ve noticed when I walk into a room, what I’ve picked up and cherished, what I’ve carried home.

I'm Matthew Lee. I live in Kalispell, Montana and I've spent years learning to trust the feeling that arrives before knowing why something matters. The weight of a good quality wool. The particular fall of a collar cut to last fifty years. There's a gravity to things made honestly, a density held in history rather than paid in pounds; You feel it before you can name it. And once you've felt this weight enough times, it feels as if you've been learning a language all along.

For four years I've been curating things and carrying them back here, whether it be at estate sales, in back rooms, or in the markets most people drive past. Just over 700 pieces. My time with this inventory is winding down, which means what's left is what I believed in most. And it’s offered here, waiting to be held once more.

Alongside vintage, I take photos and video wherever I go. Whether it's a festival event, time with friends by the water, a road less traveled, or simply just a good dog in the setting sun, it's all in efforts to capture the light in everything I see. Through the lens, seeing so many people in so many facets, I’ve come to understand that clothing and people are a lot alike; There's a weight to a well worn life. A gravity that accumulates slowly, quietly, and surely. And eventually you adapt, because it's what you're best at. But it's not necessarily what you were meant for. Over time, what you wear eventually becomes who you are. And that's the beauty of clothing — you can always change into something more fitting.

I've spent years sitting across from people in that place between who they were and what they're becoming, helping them see a way through. The dream they set down. The thing they stopped reaching for. I can see it because I've lived it. I notice the things that most people walk past. I believe in them enough to carry them somewhere new. Some of them are coats, and some of them just so happen to be people.

Vintage is where this started — The rest is but a dream. And your dreams are waiting for you.