Random Rhetorical Hypebeast Fashion Thoughts

[JewTurk]

Being in a town a bit more fashion forward has made walking around 100x more enjoyable.

[CheerUpBrokeBoy]

"Sad news. After wearing [this pair of] Air Max 95's for the first time in 20 years, they broke apart in one step, before I could get out the front door."

http://www.wired.com/2015/05/sneakers/

[oucho]

[bels]

Sounds like he deserves to win the LVMH zipper award (assuming he has a humble car)

[stappard_]

Why did nobody complain when rich tv personality with an MBA from oxford Patrick Grant beat Astrid Andersen, Chris Raeburn et al to win the BFC Menswear fund prize, forcing Matthew Miller to eat pot noodles to survive

[bels]

Because everyone knows that the BFC is a corrupt and elitist insider's club.

We all really hoped that LVMH, the pan global luxury goods conglomerate, would be slightly more meritocratic in their quest to deliver increased shareholder value through high margin veblen goods.

[oucho]

[Bobbin.Threadbare]

I like Patrick Grant. E Tautz is an amazing style proposition and he's very clearly talented. People dislike him because he's been on a low-rent TV show, married to an industry insider and doesn't outwardly look like he's overworked on the design floor. In short, he's not an underdog in any way.

But come on. How good is E Tautz?

[yoyobeat]

Temperature and frequency of WAYWT posts are inversely proportional

[Cowboy]

From Instagram so maybe taken out of context, can't find the full clip though. Made me lol

[Vaeltaja]

Paid care to not stain one of my white t-shirts. Front is fine. Found a stain on the back somewhere between my shoulder blades. The fuck? I guess this is the universe telling me not to wear white.

[nick]

All my korean EG instagram flaxsisters wear Paraboots I guess this means I need a pair now to keep up

edit: they're also all really into this brand, spectator http://www.anteok.com/spectator/about.html

[stappard_]

Went to savage beauty last night, wow that guy was operating on a different level

[Bobbin.Threadbare]

[bels]

I consider myself someone who quite likes boring clothes if the price is right, but there's something depressing about a brand like that which mainly looks boring because they're trying to do the same non boring things as everyone else.

On the flip, sometimes rubbish brands with zero charisma put out like one really good piece which you get at discount and end up wearing and loving for the next five years.

Either way it's good to see getting some modelling work.

[nick]

I'm not trying to vouch for the brand but I'm sure you know that. I think it's just interesting to see these guys wearing Engineered Garments, RRL, etc... and then this random brand.

I don't know that much about Korean stuff but from what I understand their culture is SUPER trend-focused, meaning brands have to stay constantly on top to stay relevant. Perhaps thats why you don't hear much about Korean brands outside Korea, though their price points are super compelling.

All this does make me think how internet fashion has changed a bit... back then (from what I could tell) it was about buying one piece from every expensive brand and putting them together with a pair of black acne jeans. Now there's such a focus on genuinity/synergy/whatever (I don't think 'genuinity' is a real word but i keep using it) which is cool but probably a bummer if you bought visvim, undercover, and rick owens and wondering why your e-friends aren't excited about you wearing them together anymore. But e-fashion is a minority of the market, most brands will thrive best by having a tech fabric bomber with a chambray workshirt with sweatpants.

[Bobbin.Threadbare]

[sagc]

http://www.cyderhouse.jp/

The new Cyderhouse website is super fun to scroll through

[pirxthepilot]

really hope nobody here was in the queue for a ToJ, if you were then you should check the SF thread, people are trying to organise collectively to see what can be salvaged

[bels]

I'm in the fucking queue. I'm never going to get a leather jacket before I turn 30.

[kyung]

[Thomnd]

lol @ vlaada chvatil dumping all their stock on grailed

[mc-lunar]

lol

[pk!]

Someone sold me N&F jeans without telling me they were the thermochromic jeans. I'm pretty sure they were just trying to pass them off as a light wash so they'd sell.

Jokes on them because I was STOKED to find that out when I put them on.

[harmsalmon]

related; no idea where my style is going or what to make of it right now tbh, generally feeling unfulfilled and uncontent with it so I think I may just buy some random artisinal goth shit that's how le internet fashunz work right........??

edit i don't know why I said this

[Capt]

Without fail, if you spill something. You'll be wearing a white shirt.

[pk!]

An old lady with a subtle sob story sold me fake Jordan's today.

I deserve a moron award and she deserves an Oscar.

[pk!]

OKAY, STORY TIME

So in one of the small towns I grew up in, there's a massive flea market right outside of town. Everyone and their mother, their sister, their cousin (sometimes all the same thing) goes out to this place because it's basically like a year-round white trash circus.

I'm in town, at least was, because I came back to see my sister graduate (With honours, I'm proud because she really is intelligent and it's good to see her passionate about it) and well, there isn't much to do around there, and to be perfectly honest I collect strange knick knacks anyways.

So I'm perusing as usual, flipping thru weird knockoff toys, ancient taxidermy, used work boots and dinged, discount canned goods. Just as I pass the food court and the strange fortune telling machines that line the walls by the doors (my favourite being one in which tells you about your love life based on how well you kissed it. I've never seen anyone use it, but I imagine it could easily be accurate if it always said "plagued by disease" post-kiss,) I see the most bare and unorganized booth I've ever seen. In the back, an old woman sits quietly, hands clasped. I walk up, give her a brief smile, and start looking thru things. Laid out are a strange collection of things, including but not limited to old playboy magazines, huge baggy jeans with gaudy white stitching, huge stacks of ps2 games, and a quite a few beat pairs of Jordan's. Eventually, through a culmination of awkward silence and curiosity, I ask the elderly woman how she came to own all these things.

She breathed in deeply, and I noticed her puffy red eyes for the first time, which were mildly concerning. She started to talk about she came into the possessions when they were left with her unexpectedly. Of course, being a sucker, I asked her how that came about. She paused, took another deep breath, and explained that her 22 year old son had recently passed away, leaving her with all his possessions. They apparently grew up rather poor, and while she singlehandedly supported herself and him with a factory job, he was left alone often. She tried to entertain him with any video game he wanted, or with decent allowances to go to the mall with his friends. But apparent he had gotten involved in a gang, and slowly drifted into a shadier lifestyle. One day she received a call from a detective who had bad news. Apparently, while selling heroin in Atlanta, her son was drawn into a house under false pretenses (she stumbled here a little bit, which I attributed to her having a hard time saying her son dealt drugs) and killed in some nonspecific way. She legItimately looked teary eyed, and struggling for breath, I had no idea how to respond. After a moment of silent recollection, she stopped to explain how she was selling all of these things in order to pay for the burial lot and grave stone. Of course, my wallet followed my sucker heart, and I offered to buy a pair of the used Jordan's for all I had with me ($65~) in order to help. She told me she couldn't let me buy used shoes for that much and told me she would offer me something nicer. She wobbled to the back, popped open the lid to a large, green plastic container, and pulled out a sealed black Nike bag. She told me they were a pair that he had never opened, and so would be more fit for what I was offering. I agreed, as it really didn't seem too unfair at all, especially the circumstance. She took my money, hugged me, and sent me on my way.

Eventually, I met up with my sister and one of my few remaining old friends from there, and I drove us back towards her mom's house. With her riding in the back seat, she asked if she could open my new shoes. Upon opening it, she started talking about how nice these Jordan's were (she's got really, really casual teenager tastes) and how she had seen some of the boys at her school wear the same ones. I glanced at them, excited that by some miracle I had gotten the cheapest pair of the only Jordan's I ever wanted (4s), and was stoked. Seriously, I was so excited, I had been thinking about biting the bullet on a pair of 4s for a while, even though I had never bought anything Nike before, not even converse.

Blindly I went on thru my day, eventually making the drive all the way back to the city I now I reside. Getting home, I unpacked my things, getting excited to put my new Jordan's on. I opened up the box and was still convinced, looking over the retro card and the "bike air" tag and all. But I put them on and noticed how uneven they felt, and started to feel out the insoles. While doing that, I started noticing a few different details that seemed off, be they loose threads or uneven cuts. But then I noticed one detail specifically:


It all clicked. From my sister saying she saw those pairs around the school (authentic all white/chrome 4s are rare) to the woman going to one of many large plastic tubs to retrieve the nonspecific bag. I seriously had nothing to say, I just say in silence staring at my wonky, fake shoes...

Seriously, that woman was so convincing. Even now I want to believe she didn't know they were fake, but I can't shake the fact that my sister recognized them immediately.

[oucho]

Relevant to our earlier discussion my mother and I have just been attending a trade fair for British manufacturers in London, we got some free tickets to the conference and heard Patrick Grant give a talk. His knowledge of British manufacturing is pretty damn incredible. I then had a casting for E Tautz the next day and he asked me what I was doing at the conference, so I told him I run a brand called Story mfg.

He was styling the look at the casting and is obviously very involved in the whole E Tautz process. Today I came home and found mad discounts on E Tautz on ln-cc (check it out great trouser dealz) and copped some denim trousers. If they book me for the show I am going to wear them and ask Patrick Grant to marry me.

[stappard_]

Those e tautz denim trousers are pretty mad