Happiness is to be found when in pursuit of it, in the soothed expectation, on the way, not only upon the arrival. Accepting detours, just going the way, which is anyhow not this obvious to anyone.
Thomas Bettinelli



Happiness is just a hairflip away.
Chris Crocker

A NEW CLIP EVERY WEEK HERE

"The way the system works now, you see the clothes, within an hour or so they're online, the world sees them. They don't get to a store for six months. The next week, young celebrity girls are wearing them on red carpets. They're in every magazine. The customer is bored with those clothes by the time they get to the store. They're overexposed, you're tired of them, they've lost their freshness".
Tom Ford
















12.15.2017

MORPHOSIS

Yulffi Mordan Melo

Noah Blaise by Karl Simone

شيروكي الهندي = Cherokee Indian

Dima Palladiy by Timur Mironov

Dom Blanchard (part 3)
by Tony Duran

Zack Knight - "Galtiyan "

Пламен и Иво - "С рака на лице"
Plamen & Ivo - "S raka na litse "

Vivaboy #26

"Rooftop" is the title of this cover story by Vanilson Coimbra featuring Brazilian models Alex Dreveck and Isaac Souza styled by Paul Rikes and photographed in São Paulo by Carmen Campos for the current issue of Italian magazine Vivaboy.

Ports 1961

French photographer / designer / editor-in-chief / entrepreneur Milan Vukmirovic was thinking lovely thoughts this season for a Ports 1961 collection lit up by starbursts of amore. Love, said the clothes in Japanese, Russian, French and Arabic. Ten shirts pulsed with differently beaded and embroidered anatomical illustrations of the heavily romanticized muscular pump that keeps us all alive, and is yet vexatiously our rational undoing. Monsieur Vukmirovic said he'd been thinking about "Trainspotting", the 1996 Brit black comedy film directed by Danny Boyle starring Ewan McGregor, Ewen Bremner, Jonny Lee Miller, Kevin McKidd, Robert Carlyle, and Kelly Macdonald in her acting début. The densely weaved tracksuits with knitted detachable hoods or micro-aprons were indeed conceptually born slippy. His black and bengal-striped body-armor gilets were nice to see, if not necessarily pragmatically so to wear. Likewise, the slash-sleeved disassembled outerwear complicated by D-rings and straps that Milan Vukmirovic is committed to -as are many other designers- drooped somewhat. Conversely, his signature Lurex striped peacoats were all that, recognizably reliable yet something else, too. Meanwhile, though, disjunctive shirting was satisfyingly done, odd panels interjected as rebuke to untucked waistline. There was a clinical masculinity here occasionally undercut by lavish expression, viz the paillette piece at the end. Monsieur Vukmirovic could let himself go a bit more. The heart shirts had a great beat.