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


Rottingdean Bazaar

For editors more interested in advertiser credits than much else, this London season might look a little threadbare. There was newness to relish both on the runway and off it though. One of the joys was the relocation of many of the shows and presentations to E1, centered around the Old Truman Brewery on Brick Lane. The atmosphere out there was much more convincing as a crucible of creativity than W1 -the midtown default zone for most shows previously- which was far too rich to feel fertile. And Rottingdean Bazaar's show was a joke. Literally. James Theseus Buck and Luke Brooks graduated to the runway with a collection of aggressively ordinary clothes (mostly cheap-looking black sweats) attached to aggressively ordinary items in a way which made both... un-ordinary. A glum-looking model had two balloons perkily protruding from a black shirt. Another one was covered in spines of matches, another dotted with copper one- and two-pence coins (two of which were stuck to the release as a bribe to the press), and another had nuts, bolts, pliers, nails, and screws attached to his legs and torso. A hammer was taped to one model's sweatshirt, while another's tracksuit was indented with crushed aluminium cans. Two looks near the top of the show saw two pairs of jeans, one indigo, one white, worn as decoration on a tee-shirt and an off-the-shoulder top. All of these items were in fact urethane foam molds. You could almost hear the designers tittering backstage. Fun, but also meaningfully artistic in its flippant interrogation of expectation. Such processes are key to the duo's visual language, exploring the beauty inherent in the mundane and unexpected, reworking objects in purposefully perverse ways.

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