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What this looks like: “When parents ask, ‘what are you going to do?’ and you say ‘nothing,’ and you head off and start doing it.”
The old legends tell of an island lost in eternal fog, somewhere in the Gulf of Farallones, where an abandoned lighthouse keeps watch over a half-sunken rocky atoll. The lagoon within the breakers is clear and blue; the last haven of the Mer-People. To approach it is perilous, for the tides and currents surrounding the island are treacherous and unlike the rest of the gulf. Should you manage to land on its craggy shores, you will be granted an audience with the gate-keeper, the guardian of the sea-folk. He has spent the centuries holed up in his lighthouse, leaning out into the wind above the sea and spray of his lonely kingdom. He never speaks, but looks into your heart with his sea-green eyes, and weighs your soul against a gull’s feather. It is said that if you are pure and unclouded by hatred, you are granted a wish. A single wish - and a curse, as well; for once your short life is over, a purgatory awaits: yes, a half-life in the lighthouse as the gate-keeper, Year-King of wave and gale, until another reckless human dares to seek their dreams and releases you, at long last, into the cold embrace of the sea.
Windbreaker: Dries Van Noten
In the past, you’ve described your style as very “coastal.” How does location influence the clothes you wear?
Sheesh. Did I say that? My wardrobe isn't really nautical or beachy per se, but I think I approach clothes with a certain attitude that comes from living near the ocean. Probably just a tendency to make things feel lived-in or casual. I became interested in clothing and style within a surf culture context and I think that mindset still informs a lot of my choices, whether that choice is overt like wearing Vans and windbreakers or more subtle like wearing a suit with espadrilles. Well, that combo may not be very subtle, but you get the gist.
Original WAYWT post here
What this looks like: Argeiphontes, in a tank.
“You don’t really look like a gallery person,” says the guy in the cool trench coat. You’re at MOMA, sitting in the corner, trying to ease your swollen feet while you stare at the splotches of color that adorn the walls in front of you.
“I never could enjoy them either. There’s a part of me that always wants some sort of material souvenir after a sight-seeing trip, you know?”
You grunt noncommittally, waiting for your girlfriend to complete her tour of the salon. He catches your eye for a moment, smiles, hefts a portfolio, and nods to you before walking out of an exit into a stairwell. You think nothing of it.
Until the alarm goes off. A Pollock? Gone? There’s a buzz of excitement in the gallery, as if people are happy about the theft. You can’t help but wonder about the young man in the trench coat. Wait, he had a bag with him, didn’t he? How did he bring that inside? No, it couldn’t be. It’s broad daylight! The museum is full of people! There’s no way that anyone…that anyone…
Trench: Robert Geller
Tee and Tank: Silent
Jeans: APC Faux Noir
Despite the slim silhouettes that you tend to favor, there’s an enviable ease to the outfits you put together. Is that something that came naturally? What do you think it takes to feel comfortable in your clothes?
I wish I could say it comes naturally but the truth is it was incredibly difficult for me to figure out simple things like getting a pant leg to look right on a shoe/boot. It's only recently that I've started to feel comfortable. The first step was just figuring out what works on my body type (be realistic!). Then I think you just have to really wear your clothes. Beat them up a little. I don't baby anything I own because if you're worried about ruining something, you're not relaxed and having a good time. That stiffness will come through in your appearance.
Original WAYWT post here
What this looks like: Killer Bees on Attack
Most people don’t realize how difficult it is to raise swagimals. Sleepless nights spent responding to the plaintive cries of hungry swaglings, eager for fabric swatches and glossy magazine covers; days filled with the hard physical labor of accessory-matching and back-breaking tailoring; the endless mucking-out of stalls littered with poorly-styled refuse. It’s a thankless job, but a fulfilling one. My father was a swag-farmer, as was his father before him. Swag has been in my family for generations, and the swag that we produce has been lauded far and wide as some of the finest swag available. Those who can bear with the long hours and thankless work, who finally get to experience the wondrous moment of releasing a full-grown swagimal back into the wild, are totally swagged out forever. It’s a life-changing experience, but it’s not for everyone.
Hat: Traditional Igbo chief hat
Sunglasses: Ralph Lauren
Shirt: Ralph Lauren
Khakis: Calvin Klein White Label
Loafers: Tom Ford
Swag: Borrowed from my dad
You seem to be one of the foremost advocates of “peacocking” over in CM - well, perhaps we’ll just say instead that you’re notably better with color. Where does that interest – or insistence – come from?
Playing with color is something I identify with culturally. Born and raised in Nigeria for the first 14 years of my life, it was almost certain that I would master balancing color. It isn’t something that I can explain with a rubric. Rather, it’s from firsthand experience that lies within the weddings and ceremonial events I have attended throughout my life. What is funny is that in college all my fashion heroes where minimalists. Helmut Lang, Jil Sander and several of their contemporaries helped develop my taste level. I was so envious of their ability to execute simplicity in unorthodox ways. In reality I am similar to them in thought and theory, but the complete opposite in execution. Maybe it is why I totally identify with Prada.
Original WAYWT post here
What this looks like: Slenderman’s Day Off
Life as a shadow isn’t so bad. Two-dimensionality has it perks, that’s for sure. You get to hang out in cool spots like the sides of buildings and on top of roofs, and nobody ever notices you – you can go wherever you want, do whatever you desire! There’s only one downside: for most shadows, life ends every night with the setting of the sun, and you pop in and out of a fuzzy existence in the unreliable light of streetlamps and neon signs. That’s why I gave up my body long ago – corporeality is an easy sacrifice to make when the prize is endless freedom. I don’t even depend on light anymore; I flit through the air and along the pavement wherever I desire – gravity holds no sway over me; physics are a concern of the past. And I am not the only one. Oh, no, there are more of us, and we are growing in number. We will introduce ourselves someday soon, I think, and our coming will plunge the world into beautiful darkness. And then, finally, we will be One.
Snap Blazer: Yohji Yamamoto Pour Homme
Tee: Raf Simons
Trousers: Damir Doma
Shoes: Guidi, Reverse Horse Leather
SW&D generally looks to you for luxury sweatpants, slim jeans, high tops and leather jackets. What sparked this most recent shift?
I'm not sure if it is a shift but more of a natural progression to explore different aesthetics while still developing my own personal style. This forum, as well as others, has brought a great deal of knowledge, resource and inspiration for my fashion approach. Although the transition has been a good creative experience, there's no immediate plan to retire my streetwear uniform yet.