So I was at this tiny coffee shop in Brooklyn last Saturday, the kind with mismatched chairs and a playlist that made you feel like you were in a French film. I had my laptop out, pretending to work on a project, but really I was just scrolling through my orientdig spreadsheet—yes, the one where I track every impulse buy, every piece that makes me feel like a human being. It’s a little obsessive, but honestly, that orientdig spreadsheet is the only thing keeping my wardrobe from becoming a crime scene. Anyway, I was wearing this vintage leather jacket I found at a flea market last fall. It’s got this…