Green is the new black
New York Fashion Week amid a dead February cold was brimming with the fur-donned, leather-trimmed social elite.
New York Fashion Week amid a dead February cold was brimming with the fur-donned, leather-trimmed social elite.
Sitting at Gate A6 I must have seemed like a pale, inanimate ghoul. Every ounce of blood that rushed from my head was replaced with the overwhelming thought: What in the world have I just done? Studying abroad.
Society is on the cusp of astronomical change: men are beginning to care what they look like. Menswear no longer resorts to the find-whatever’s-on-my-floor-that-doesn’t-smell-like-wet-dog philosophy of “Dazed and Confused.” Men’s fashion has reverted back to simpler days of sharp, bold simplicity.
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