“Look, Levi, it’s your style,” says Tank as he motions to Western-style plaid shirts in a stall on Santee Alley in downtown Los Angeles’ wholesale fashion district. They hang across from a wall of Ed Hardy knockoff Y-shirts, the ubiquitous streetwear label of tattoo-printed and metallic embellished Y-shirts frequently worn by Hollywood types. “That’s not what I wear,” says Levi shaking his head. “That’s not a flannel.”