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Todd Snyder and Champion Take Us to the Gym

Todd Snyder

Todd Snyder has been the guy to know lately.

Exhibit A: May’s footwear collaboration with SeaVees, where the man selflessly helped us start the summer off on the right foot.

And now, exhibit B: Snyder’s exclusive new sportswear line with Champion, available online starting today.

Designing the collection in conjunction with Champion’s own design team, Snyder’s goal was to bring modern tailoring to the brand’s classic 1950s gym-issued items. And, well, he seems to have hit that goal spot-on, promptly transporting us back to undergrad with a whole range of team-color-accented, vintage-inspired sweats. Or maybe it’s prep school we’re remembering? Either way, there’s a distinct memory of us going to town on a speed bag in something just like the collection’s signature pocket sweatshirt, and we’re pretty excited for the opportunity to run that back.

Take a look at a few of the collection’s most inspired pieces, after the jump...»

The Gym Henley


Punxsutawney Phil (and retail stores en masse) have already produced some hopeful signs of spring—butt here's one more that's destined for your gym bag. Introducing the Gym Henley, a newly released spring staple from LA-based Mister Freedom.

It's a cloud of seventies gym-class nostalgia, a la Dazed and Confused. Jersey knit cotton and a deeply rooted history in varsity sports make it a workout shirt through and through - not to mention, the contrast buttons and stitching put the plain white t-shirt to shame.

Just take care not to pair them with short shorts, knee socks or shaggy locks.

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