The Misshapes.
I'll admit that once or twice in my much younger years (ok, two years ago...) my friends and I would collect our fake IDs, sneak into the parties, and act cool while desperately trying to get Merlin Bronques to take our picture for lastsnightsparty.com. I am presently older and wiser, and though now legally of age to go to Misshapes parties, the desire to pretend I'm a hipster for a night is gone.
When I hear that Leigh Lezark is a modern style icon, it breaks my heart a little bit.
When I hear that Henri Bendel is exhibiting Misshapes photos and having them DJ at the store to promote their book launch (a book!?), it breaks my heart a lot. Colette, in Paris, is next up to promote the trio, which is even harder for me.
So I don't even want to talk about this latest House of Holland t-shirt:
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oh god. i feel your pain. i hate those misshapes.
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