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


The Soloist by Takahiro Miyashita
feat. Seiya Fujii by Rrosemary

Takahiro Miyashita said he'd never heard of Liam Gallagher's label Pretty Green before, but he sure knows his Oasis. Much of this entrancingly back-in-the-day collection was an overt homage to (nearly) all things Madchester. Even the designer himself had taken on the mod-fringed, Lennon-bespectacled, sportswear-swathed Nineties uniform of the Gallaghers -minus the belligerent swagger. Last season he was dressed like a sleek postapocalyptic cowboy (he could have been costume designed for The Stand), so it was quite some chord change. Beneath the many instantly recognizable covers of late-20th-century Britpop classics -cable-knit turtlenecks, umbrella-fabric trackies (plus a onesie), dark denim, bucket hats, argyle socks (pulled disturbingly high), Vibram-soled creepers, a fantastic range of Fred Perry-esque half-zip polos, and even a vintage Union Jack flag to wrap the model in- this was more than mere nostalgia trip. Oasis-flavored late-mod was simply the thematic delivery system for this season's expression of the Soloist métier : microscopically observed menswear that bristles with Takashita Miyashita tweaks. Thus, that dark denim, some of it polyester-coated, came in a nine-cut portfolio of styles. The Stone Island-ish technical pieces bristled with headphone sockets, tattersall lining, and X-clip collar details, and they were fitted with far more fastidiousness than any self-respecting Vanity Fair troublemaker-frontman cover star would have thought it manly to engage in. A rocking mash-up of The Soloist focus and Oasis blur : mad for it.

I'm reading: The Soloist by Takahiro Miyashita
feat. Seiya Fujii by Rrosemary
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