WHAT I'M REMEMBERING AALIYAH IN

I can't believe it's been twelve years since I screeched the bejeezus out of everyone in the car as I heard the news of Aaliyah's passing on the radio. I was ten, she was as old as I am now. Still not over it, actually. She taught me the meaning of the word 'resolution' and under what circumstances a diamanté choker works with leather pants and a silver bikini top. Her music remains as brilliant as ever, so today I honour her with a special outfit for remembering/mourning/being dramatic for her in. Love you, Baby Girl!

 

 

Cap / Surface To Air

Sunglasses / Acne

Bomber / Comme des Garçons SHIRT

Jumper / Matthew Miller

Trousers / Comme des Garçons

Trainers / Raf Simons x Adidas

Raisin' It like Dry Grapes!

This little hiatus from blogging has done wonders for my title-inventing skills!

Other than a never-before hankering for raisins, this post's title should induce nothing but awe from you to me! But enough about you, let's talk about me again. You see, as a person who thinks he knows anything about F@$hüN, I recognise a trend when I see one flipping me off from my broken laptop screen. When Satan's favourite vestimentary artisan (Prada, I'm talking about Prada you guyz) came out with those espadrille-foam-striped-creeper-brogues I said: "Interesting, but will these shoes translate to life outside of edgy editorials and the streets on Fashion Week?"

Guess quoi, they totally have! I'm being thwacked daily with the amount of platform brogues out there. It's not a question of supply but of price point and colour now, honestly. What do you think? Gonna raise your sole this winter or stay firmly grounded? 

Check out the specimens that started the upheaval and the shoes they subsequently spawned.