You know that feeling you get when you cop something new, but it involves some additional work on your end before you can, like, actually wear it? (I know my real selvedge denim heads feel me.) A leather jacket is one of those things. That feeling we're talking about? It's called delayed gratification. And if you're the type of dude that checks your incoming packages' tracking information with a cadence that borders on the obsessive it's one of the worst damn feelings in the world.
Listen, I'm here for investing in the sort of pieces "that'll only look better the more you wear them." Shit, man. I've advocated doing it myself. It's practically my guiding ethos. But what's wrong with the skipping to the part where the thing looks good already, regardless of how much you've worn it? Life's hard enough as is. Why make it any harder?
I'd like to think the suede jacket is a less labor-intensive alternative to its straight leather counterpart. Suede gets its signature nap from the interior side of the animal's hide, making it a tad more susceptible to scratches (which means, yes *sighs deeply* it, too, will look better the more you wear it.) But the fabric's buttery softness also means you can skip straight to the part where the piece is perfectly broken-in right from the outset, so you don't have to spend all afternoon trying to figure out the best way to stiffly position yourself on the couch to snag some sweet, sweet fades.
Suede is so supple it does all the work for you. Because believe you me: when it comes to living your life in discomfort, no matter how much of a leather enthusiast you are–you do you, guy!—ain't nobody got time for that.