The name isn't pictures of me. It's pictures from me. The things I notice when I walk into a room, what I pick up and put back down, what I carry home.

I'm Matthew Lee. I live in Kalispell, Montana and I've spent years learning to trust the feeling that arrives before I know why something matters. The weight of 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 weighed in ounces. You feel it before you can name it. And once you've felt this enough times, it feels as if you've been learning a language all along.

For four years I've been finding those things and carrying them here, whether it be at estate sales, in back rooms, or in the markets most people drive past. Seven hundred pieces, give or take. The inventory is winding down, which means what's left is what I believed in most. It's 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 in the sun, a road less traveled, or simply just a good dog in even better light, 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 began 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 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.

So that's where we are: 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 still becoming.