On my last visit to Dover Street Market I saw a Sacai shirt. It was white, with off-white bits and it made my heart stop. It’s a complex experience looking at clothes you definitely can’t afford. On the one hand you have to act like… Read More
Rationally, I know life isn’t a lookbook. I understand when I buy into Comme‘s enigmatic philosophy, or the caramel minimalism at Studio Nicholson, it’s not going to radically alter my day-to-day. But I can’t help being disappointed when it doesn’t. I’m a romantic (read sucker)… Read More
I frequently post about Sacai, the Tokyo imprint founded by ex-Junya Watanabe and Comme des Garçons staffer Chitose Abe. Although I sometimes feel it’s an exercise in futility. Both for me and anyone reading this. The twisted beauty of the collections is not in question;… Read More
Anxiety. Screen fatigue. No sleep. Complicated jackets. White Rats III by Broken English Club — metallic banging and despair. Lukewarm Nescafé and cigarettes. It’s almost time for work again.
A thing of terrifying beauty. A diptych of delicious nightmares from the brush of Hieronymus Bosch? John Carpenter’s The Thing, startled mid-assimilation? But which is the monster, the cotton or the nylon? Japanese brand Sacai produce these scandalous hybrids season after season. Brutal conjoinings between… Read More
Owning a Sacai shirt is a rare luxury. I’ve been fortunate enough to take advantage of considerable sale reductions on a couple of occasions. However just straight-up buying a full price Sacai shirt remains beyond me. I mean, theoretically I could buy this, but my… Read More
