I adore your cynicism, Mullet.
In the most mediocre of all fashion eras, this— and the Olsens, are the last individuals I’d wish to see your wrath directed towards, though. I get you, babe, just that as contrived, and as rather reductive as this may all seem to be, there’s still a reference point that seems sincere to its OG source, rather than this obnoxious, desperate begging to be down with the kidz that so many more venerable labels have shamefully, and fully given in to. Or the most unforgivable fashion sin as far as I’m concerned: these overhyped lessors like JW and Jacquemus, just all such basic a poor poor poorman’s versions-- and sloppy versions, of Phoebe. These two charlatans are the most soulless of all the lessors. (And has be loving this collection even more for its nostalgia factor, admittedly. Likely their best since the first showing without Ann.)