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


feat. Clément Chabernaud

Could hipster-luxe be a thing? Perhaps in Brooklyn. Take the look early in the lineup with the outdoorsy urban backpack and the sunglasses perched just so on top of the head : swap the white pants for denim, nix the foulard, and give that man a beard -surely that's hipster-luxe right there. Especially when you consider that his lumber-sexual check shirt is angora and the sailing jacket is suede and heat-bonded leather. Pablo Coppola is both playful and pragmatic in his approach to Bally. He indulges in flights of fantasy, yet feels a keen sense of responsibility to ensure they will translate to reality. For an illustration, check out the brown is-it-a-one-piece? worn by a model who might either be going on safari or getting ready to pilot a plane. "We wanted a boilersuit but it kind of looked too Top Gun-y. So we did it as a shirt and a trouser. We said, 'no, that's not real. I don't know anyone who's going to wear that boilersuit'", explained the designer. Those twin compulsions, to be expressive but extremely wearable, drove the assembly of a desirable menswear collection. And hipster-luxe was just one of the hyphenates it begged. Pablo Coppola's corduroy suits with oversized oblong waterproof suede elbow patches teamed with Bally's pure whites were total sneaker-gent. The olive cashmere Crombie -it came in orange too- over fly-lure print pajamas was pure bro-hemian. This applied to the zigzag suede and nappa sneakers teamed with a Bally-piped cashmere town coat as well. The white snakeskin hikers with red socks, rolled up khakis, and blue parka were preppy-trek. There was nothing you could really call a misstep -even the integration of vintage Bally labels on accessories and a parka was sweet-naïf rather than branding-naff. Overall it was light of touch, down-to-earth, and blessed with a sense of humor.

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feat. Clément Chabernaud
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