It was a fairly staid season with most designers showing a commercial prerogative rather than a conceptual one. Yet, if you read between the lines, there was more than meets the eye to the season's collections.
"You know I love a simply tiny, little gesture that packs the wallop."
These models are really, really into chicken.
Do last year's flash-in-the-pan trends mean anything whatsoever?
Finding something to wear can take a heavy toll on the everyday lives of people who don't fit into the gender binary. Luckily, new fashion brands are emerging that are catering to butch women and trans men.
A fashion shoot about making it rain, lounging on desks, and playing with some massive diamonds.
A colorful fashion shoot from VICE Sweden.
The Joiners Arms is closing down this time next week. To celebrate its 18 years of flying the rainbow flag, we photographed some of the London venue's best-dressed regulars.
A plunging neckline just isn't acceptable for early evening television, people!
And these are the results.
Open wide, it won't hurt a bit.
It's like an internet version of those guys who clown around in the street to get money from tourists.
You always look good when you're sparkling.
We talked to Toby Mott about punk, fascism, and other incarnations of the skinhead movement, all of which are explored in his forthcoming book, Skinhead – An Archive.
Cyber punks, black metal dewds, sadboys, and fuccbois are all available (well, sort of).
Tantrums, blinking, terrible hair, and a little dog.
I love fur. I'm a vegetarian who loves fur so much I once traded my California state disabled person's parking placard for a mid-century fox stole with a glass eyes and its original claws.
A fashion shoot that's all about smudged makeup and tears.
Nearly 80 percent of the models on the catwalks at New York Fashion Week were white. Who's to blame for this lack of diversity, and how can we fix it?
When Stoya told me Janice Dickinson writes an advice column for Michael Turnbull's glossy independent gay magazine, Loverboy, I died.
Don't buy your family members $5 umbrellas and strawberry Nesquik from the bodega for Christmas this year. Instead get them penis T-shirts, 24K gold blunt wraps, and Charles Manson–themed socks.
Here's a fashion shoot featuring a load of ladies and their hounds.
In light of the shootings of Trayvon Martin and Tamir Rice, the hoodie has become a garment of ill-omen that is tangled up in America's ongoing conversation about race, socioeconomics, and violence against black bodies.
"What's important to me is the experience of people looking at a T-shirt with a huge penis on the front."