I’ve avoided talking about fashion week because…eww…but I guess I’m giving in. I know fashion week is important and it means a lot to a shit ton of people. I can’t help but think, though, that fashion week is saturated with superfluous sartorial vultures, swooping down and trying to peck at whatever carcasses they can find (in the case of this metaphor, “carcasses” symbolize show seats and party invites). But I’m giving in because I’m inspired and bored and the combination of the two is dangerous. Since women get to enjoy fashion for these next few weeks, I’ve decided to round up my favorites from the mens shows. Yeah, these happened a couple months ago, but I’m still into them. Below are some of my favorites, none of which work with each other to make a cohesive story. Roll with it.
Damir Doma is one of my favorite designers, not to be confused with Damir’s dead conservative relative, DOMA, who was obviously a cunt. I’m into this look because I don’t think I could pull off high-waisted pants so I’m kind of like “claps to you for looking good in pants that go above your belly button. Bra-fucking-vo.”
Issey Miyake. I’m almost 100% positive that an old third grade teacher of mine has this shirt, only hers is four feet longer, ten sizes larger, made of polyester, and has accrued a century’s worth of coffee/tea/hemp seed oil stains.
,Siki Im always turns out an amazing collection. His clothes are perfect for the understated guy who wants to say something through his clothes but opts out of loud Givenchy graphic tees. Not to mention that this situation happened on many of the models’ heads.