Thom Browne couple-wear.

Thom Browne couple-wear.

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Everything about this is great.

Everything about this is great.

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Rick dunks + Yohji vaj dress. Good look.

Rick dunks + Yohji vaj dress. Good look.

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Pretty much perfect.

Pretty much perfect.

All black err’thang.

All black err’thang.

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brycity:

HAPPY ASIAN GOTH NINJAS!

(Editor’s note: Who da SHBZ on the left?)

brycity:

HAPPY ASIAN GOTH NINJAS!

(Editor’s note: Who da SHBZ on the left?)

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Azn-going-for-class-steez.

Azn-going-for-class-steez.

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All Undercover err’thang.

All Undercover err’thang.

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Yo, Your “Street Style” is Buggin’
by Will Welch

Three years ago, the street-style movement felt like a mini revolution. Guys like The Sartorialist used a digital camera, a blog, and photographs of real people with real style to upend the closed clique that is the fashion world. Suddenly, instead of looking to the runways for inspiration, the style-minded started stealing ideas from online photos snapped on the world’s hippest streets. It was fresh, it was democratic, it was inspired. But now it just feels lame.
Here’s why: When the street-style trend went nuclear, all the accidental “Who, me?” unselfconsciousness that once made it so fresh was tainted. The streets became the runway. Next thing you know, wannabe style icons are stalking Sartorialist-favored avenues, hoping to be photographed. And—even worse—the fashionistas loitering outside the shows in Europe transformed from insiders who live the life into try-hards working overtime to get photographed. What everyone quickly learned is that the best way to get noticed is to go over the top—to identify every trend and pile them all on at once.
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(Via GQ)

Yo, Your “Street Style” is Buggin’

by Will Welch

Three years ago, the street-style movement felt like a mini revolution. Guys like The Sartorialist used a digital camera, a blog, and photographs of real people with real style to upend the closed clique that is the fashion world. Suddenly, instead of looking to the runways for inspiration, the style-minded started stealing ideas from online photos snapped on the world’s hippest streets. It was fresh, it was democratic, it was inspired. But now it just feels lame.

Here’s why: When the street-style trend went nuclear, all the accidental “Who, me?” unselfconsciousness that once made it so fresh was tainted. The streets became the runway. Next thing you know, wannabe style icons are stalking Sartorialist-favored avenues, hoping to be photographed. And—even worse—the fashionistas loitering outside the shows in Europe transformed from insiders who live the life into try-hards working overtime to get photographed. What everyone quickly learned is that the best way to get noticed is to go over the top—to identify every trend and pile them all on at once.

(Via GQ)

You again.

You again.

Need an ID on the dude on the left.

Need an ID on the dude on the left.

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Anabela Belikova
This beezy again. Coat by Céline, shoes by Isabel Marant.

Anabela Belikova

This beezy again. Coat by Céline, shoes by Isabel Marant.

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