From text to textiles, from stores to stories— every week we take a confidential behind the scenes look chronicling diverse experiences and accounts of some of the most pivotal, impactful and transformative narratives that make up the real fabric of fashion.
These entries are included as material in the Web3 Fashion Manifesto and also open sourced under CC0 to the Meta Source Vaults.
Uhh, okay. Why? No aspirations to lever up to insanity from whatever mediocracy passes their time now?
When I look around and see what’s considered the new, new normal, there is just no temptation whatsoever. A framework for a coffee chat? You’ve got to be kidding me.
Something strange is happening, or maybe it’s a strange time in the city.
99c Pizza slices going up to $1.50, overpriced 24/7 Halal deli on every corner, the lights of the freedom tower piercing the sky, wonky green street signs, impossibly white stained apartment buildings, piled up subway garbage. I don’t want to live like this, but I don’t want to die playing over the wire I could have sworn was going to electrocute me running at 2am in last night’s rain.
Matter of fact, most of my wardrobe is knock offs really, basically imported from a Chinese hyperfactory.
But I’m smiling thinking to myself, “I’m just so happy to be trekking across this concrete jungle with checkered pants, a furry camo jacket, yellow t-shirt, blue beanie and a Canon on my right shoulder.”
The aesthetic is over-the-top, futuristic, sui generis—and accessorized with distinctive ambition and gumption.
The outdated trajectories no longer apply, especially here. Trends begin from every and anywhere, and in fact it’s forming into a reverse theorem, of indie reformats. So where better to investigate the unshakeable allure than the fashion nexus of New York City?
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