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


Boris Bidjan Saberi

Fury road. It's an apt descriptor as both the tonal takeaway of Boris Bidjan Saberi's current collection, as well as his torturous runway show, which was held in a greenhouse-like mechanic's workshop with zero ventilation. It was, for sure, at least 100 degrees in there. Also, and I'm not normally one to call these sorts of things out as stuff happens and pretty much everyone is stressed during Fashion Week, but a PR representative literally grabbed at me to make sure I was sitting in my correct seat. No "may I please see your ticket?" -just pure personal space invasion. Some suck really. But, onto brighter, burning notes. BBS's aggro-nomads wore heavily knitted tops, cutoff leather jackets, dirtied canvases, and sunglasses with side-eye protection (these were very nice). The palette was mostly rendered of charred browns and greens, until show's end, when a series of hyper-saturated orange pieces stomped out (including sneakers, as part of an ongoing footwear linkup with Salomon). One standout was a tangerine MA-1 jacket, worn under a hooded leather micro-vest. De-styled, we can see this collection pulling in some new fans -it was less harsh, and more shrewd, than prior efforts. Despite the hell of enduring this show, the clothes themselves mostly delivered.

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