Happiness is to be found when in pursuit of it, in the soothed expectation, on the way, not only upon the arrival. Accepting detours, just going the way, which is anyhow not this obvious to anyone.
Thomas Bettinelli

Happiness is just a hairflip away.
Chris Crocker


"The way the system works now, you see the clothes, within an hour or so they're online, the world sees them. They don't get to a store for six months. The next week, young celebrity girls are wearing them on red carpets. They're in every magazine. The customer is bored with those clothes by the time they get to the store. They're overexposed, you're tired of them, they've lost their freshness".
Tom Ford


Coach 1941

Call it a fanny pack (US), call it a bum bag (UK), moon bag (SA), or call it a hip pack (Coach show notes). Whatever your dialect, one thing's for certain : only Batman has ever made belt-borne personal storage look unequivocally cool. For this lineup, though, Stuart Vevers grasped that nettle with gusto. "I just couldn't resist it", he said afterward. And if not now, when ? For this was Coach's first men's runway show -a moment for Mr Vevers to let rip his imagined brand architecture for this cleanish slate at the leather goods behemoth. Neatly, the designer encapsulated that as "Kennedy boys meet Beach Boys meet Beastie Boys". And even though there were girls on that skate-park runway too, wearing sized-down simulacra destined for sale at Opening Ceremony, you could see what he meant. Coach men's bold new unorthodoxy was most strongly expressed in the often fluoro, rarely faded abstract print (vaguely reminiscent of indigenous Australian art) that shouted on bowling shirts, macs, bags, and sneakers. Big cat prints -tiger and leopard- in plum, navy, and gold seemed almost tame by comparison but gave good snarl when they popped from parka hoods. Those skate sneakers were arresting but were out-oomphed by a series of trippy-print pool slides (some strapped with shearling) that didn't need Bryanboy (the infamous Pinoy fashion blogger) in the room to make you think "Bryan Boy". Beneath all this mashed-up kapow! lurked an undertow of concerted slouch. Haphazardly patched leather Harringtons and parkas had been worked hard to look so soft. The all-important 
bags -hip packs apart- tended to temper punchy color with unfussy functionality. This runway run-out offered a coherent, commercial, powerfully defined yet unpretentious vision of accessible millennial luxury. Although it couldn't rehabilitate the buffalo pouch.

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