I've forgotten to be cool for the past deux ou trois ans de ma vie (or perhaps even longer than I thought it to be). It's probably because I gave up on the currency of cheap gimmicks so long ago I that I could barely remember. It's much like certain people I've met who keep on insisting that by wearing Rick Owens they are a bit better than others who'd love Pucci and Balmain but the sad part is they hardly are aware of what motivates Owens. For instance, how certain referentials to Brancusi would fall under Owens' aesthetics but that don't seem to matter to individuals like this one or rather "these individuals." At the end of all this, Joe Strummer could shine a certain light alluding to "coolness" selon moi. So, off we start the day right with such aesthetic motivation with the ineluctable nostalgie (who can really be such a bitch).