Free Pooh Shiesty Pooh Shiesty Shirt

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This last year and a half certainly gave us lemons, and in my case, a lil’ social anxiety, but the Free Pooh Shiesty Pooh Shiesty Shirt and I love this vibrancy of the Staud show reminded us that the light at the end of the tunnel just might be fireworks. Truly, that’s how I felt the second my ride pulled up to a remote street in Brooklyn. It was the most “my life is like a movie” I’ve ever felt. I say this because the crowd outside the venue was teeming to get in. There was an immediate energy of “oh, I’m at something special.” And that’s when the Midwesterner in me kicked in and thought, Should I be here? I’m not this cool. I’m definitively not, but I was there, and I knew I was gonna witness some greatness. And I truly did before the show even started. The crowd was fashion week personified. It seemed like all of downtown Manhattan was there, and every look was enviable and inspiring at the same time. The row across from me was a perfect blend of courtside Knicks game-meets-street style superheroes. For real, if Marvel made a street style version of the Avengers, I swear I saw the team in all its glory— AGAIN, before the show even started! Again, I’M NOT WORTHY! My new friend Claire and I were seated next to an avid LUAR fan who told us why designer Raul Lopez meant so much to them. They told us that they’re from the ballroom and vogueing community and love how LUAR incorporates his Dominican culture into the show. So often in fashion do many feel excluded, but Lopez makes them feel invited. Invited!

Here’s my smooth transition to the Free Pooh Shiesty Pooh Shiesty Shirt and I love this start of the show, you ready?! The lights go out, a large garage warehouse door lifts, the lights turn back on, and “Uninvited” by Alanis Morissette begins to play. How smooth was that? I’m ashamed to admit it, but that song starting the show was simply everything to this ’90s kid. It was the first part of the night where I was like, “Okay, maybe I do belong!” I could go on and on about Alanis… but I won’t! The first look down the runway was a belted leather trench, but the belt was closer to where the collar would typically be. Even though the models had the most stoic, intimidating expressions I’ve ever seen, the crowd was welcoming them with hoots, hollers, and the sweetest cat calls you’ve ever heard.

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