After almost a whole week of elitist-heavy and hardly impressive runway shows, I decided that instead of piling on more designer indicators and flashy accessories, I wanted to stray as far away from fashion-victomhood as possible.
She'd dressed up like Skrillex for the occasion, which is her version of "professional fashion designer." This was so beyond anything I usually interact with, it was out of my hating reach.
Everybody knows we love ass here at VICE. So when Fashion Week hit New York, we took it as an opportunity to observe the most stylish bootys attached to the most stylish people. Some were big, some were small, all were beautiful in their own way.
A man decked out in a motorcycle helmet with a sequin-covered leather jacket, a woman dressed in a full blue body suit and face paint like a Smurf, a man tattooed to look like a skeleton. These are the fans of the “fashion” designers called the Blonds...
Diesel's jeans are pretty well made, but the brand has an unfortunate reputation because it is worn by guidos. But I went to their NYFW show anyway and was pleasantly surprised.
Fashion Week totally sucks. But at least there are free drinks sometimes. And at the end of the day, there are big parties with dancing and champagne and sex.
I was a part of the grand farce, parading down the sidewalk of the Meat Packing District wearing a collage of designer clothes that retail for nine times what I have in my checking account. Like everyone else, I wanted to be seen this week, to be...
This past Sunday, I headed over to Lincoln Center to shoot the hordes of people hanging around for NYFW. I wanted to kill myself because of all the ego I had to deal with (you're going to a fashion show, not solving cancer here folks).
With all its snotty parties, self-aggrandizing people, and the commerciality that seems to be symptomatic of New York Fashion Week, it's easy to forget that fashion is actually a good thing.