With Secure Checkout (100% Secure payment with SSL Encryption), Return & Warranty (If you’re not 100% satisfied, let us know and we’ll make it right.), Worldwide shipping available, Buy 2 or more to save shipping. Last Day To – BUY IT or LOSE IT FOREVER. Only available for a LIMITED TIME – NOT FOUND IN STORES!
Click here to buy this shirt: Ain’t no Daddy like the one I got shirt, hoodie, tank top and long sleeve tee
As the awesome all-Prodigy soundtrack and the sometimes spiked and dyed hair on the models indicated, this show was part tribute to that band’s frontman Keith Flint, who died in March. Before this evening’s show, Versace said: “I dedicate this collection to my old friend. He was disruption… and he performed right here the last time he was in Milan.” That was in 2004 when Flint told journalists, “Milan smells of sex and death. I like to bring the ugly to beauty.” Not satisfied—at least in that second sentence with sounding just like Miuccia Prada, he then proceeded to give a pre-show performance in which he simulated oral sex on one un-delighted audience member before licking the face of another. These are more sober times call it the Hadid age at the House of Versace, but while there may be less simulated sex on the runway, the upside is that there are arguably more really good clothes. The centerpiece of tonight’s Via Gesu show was a blackened sports car heaped with flowers made by ongoing Versace collaborator Andy Dixon it was a little hearse meets roadside shrine, and unsettling. This was a nod to the sports car prints, knits, and Lurex, and stud-defined shirting and pants that featured at the back end of the collection. Versace went so big on cars because, she said, “when a man becomes a man the first thing he wants is a car.” This also seemed a quiet aside to the memory of when her brother Gianni, then aged 19, convinced Donatella, then aged 11, to dye her hair blonde for the first time (which it has forever remained) before sneaking off to a Patty Pravo concert in a car stolen from their parents which broke down and was lost forever en route. This potential for willfully wild acts amidst boys just stepping into their manhood was reflected in the oversized suiting and fringed biker jackets sometimes worn over suiting that featured at the start of the show. The volumized silhouette ran through to a series of lip-smackingly tart acid tones Versace print jackets and silk shorts towards the end of it. Further, unlike in microeconomics, in macroeconomics spending does not represent a “depletion of wealth”, just a transfer of ownership of money, where that money still continues to exist in the same amount. In macroeconomics, any change in the level of wealth, including the depletion of wealth, we must account for by a direct accounting of what happens to the amount and type of the wealth. The quantity of the spending, that is the accounting of the total amount of gross spending and gross income is describing only the transfer of ownership of money. And we must keep that accounting on the “income axis”. Whereas the type and amount of changes in the level of wealth is kept track of on the “wealth axis”.
A scary character walking in with the “police” was wearing a shirt, a tie stamped with a Global Mind Fuck logo, a conference sticker reading “Hello I am Capitalism,” and a MAGA cap. Wait, no, a red baseball cap with For Rent embroidered on it. Rent? Large For Rent signs appeared on the backs of jackets, too. What did that signify? All the things you can imagine when you see it, about the desperation of a generation willing to do anything to get paid or the hollowed-out husks of men with no moral scruples about moving capital around. Along the way, the root of all evil itself popped up, too, stamped on T-shirts in the form of dollar bills with redesigned text that read: “I Am the Piece of Paper That Controls Your Entire Life.” Gvasalia had explained earlier that the uniforms were based on Russian police wear. “I love uniforms. We wanted to design a Vetements uniform and kind of try to meme it into fashion.” Well, is mimicking the guises of a system with a few savage twists and puns a way of getting under its skin? Gvasalia remembers turning up at an event as a student, “something I knew [I] had no real hope of getting into,” but he was wearing a piece of a secondhand uniform, and found people stepping aside to wave him in. “Because they assumed I was a security guard.” That’s amusing. But can Gvasalia have it both ways: participating in the novelty-driven production cycle of the fashion industry, while criticizing it? At the beginning of Vetements, the idea of using the preexisting led to recycling jeans, cutting pieces from many sources into one. That’s still going on at Vetements, by the look of it. Plus the mounded-up print collaged dresses another Gvasalia signature really are made from leftover Vetements fabrics. The For Rent signs, he said, also posed the question about ownership of clothes “in the future.” Well, that’s already happening out there. How meta would it be if Vetements fans end up renting Vetements For Hire clothes? He wasn’t making any claims to be completely committing to the circular economy. Yet. But surely that will come for Vetements and everyone a change forced on brands by youthful followers who increasingly choose to place their dollars with ethical operators. Looking at this I realized that spending does not directly cause a change in the level of wealth. It is only the net production of wealth that affects the level of wealth. And even though spending and the economic activity it promotes can lead to the production of wealth, a given amount of spending and income does not absolutely or uniquely determine the amount of net production that occurs.
There were a lot of shower-cap–frilled lizard attachments in plastic sheeting or built into sheer, sometimes rainbow-toned jackets, plus some dramatically angular outerwear and quilted tailoring. The peppy-color silk shirting, leggings (really), and bodystockings sometimes seem transported less from an alien dimension than the race track or vaudeville but suited most of all for a batshit-crazy dance party. The fishnets, devil-horned parka, and gimp mask were more than a nod and a wink to other off-the-dance-floor delights. Say you’re a tourist in Paris, sitting in the McDonald’s in the Champs Élysées and a policeman suddenly storms in. You’d be frightened, right? Police inaction is a common enough sight on the Champs Élysées, what with it being one of the regularly chosen sites for the Gilets Jaunes weekend anti-government rioting. But no. This wasn’t the weekend; it was the opening of the Vetements takeover of the capital’s biggest McDonald’s branch. But a shock, nevertheless especially because the models appeared through the front door, from a truck parked on the street. Demna Gvasalia is playing dangerously close to the narrow distinction between dystopian satire and reality this season. The “menu” for the fashion sitting was stamped in black on McDonald’s napkins. Capitalism and Global Mind Fuck were two of the “courses.” Later on the word Bose, with (Angry in German) as a translation. Messing with corporate logos and the signifiers of generic clothing have always been central to Vetements’s methods. It plays ever more directly now into the agenda of critiquing the crumbling social decay of late-stage capitalism a direction Raf Simons seemed to be pointing toward in his menswear show, as well. With Vetements, fingers of sarcastic blame are liberally jabbed at corporate managers and bankers, at populism, the internet, at the tide of waste caused by the fashion industry’s relentlessly profit-driven overproduction. In a way, there was a form of circularity going on here at McDonald’s. A very personal one, linking Gvasalia back to his childhood. “When the Soviet Union ended in Georgia when we were kids, the first thing to open that came from the West was McDonald’s,” he said. “It was like the maker of capitalism, and all the rich people from all around would bring their kids for birthday parties. It was like the place to be! We’d never seen a Big Mac or drank a Coke. I always wanted to be able to have my own celebration in McDonald’s. And now—I can!”
Suitable for Women/Men/Girl/Boy, Fashion 3D digital print drawstring hoodies, long sleeve with big pocket front. It’s a good gift for birthday/Christmas and so on, The real color of the item may be slightly different from the pictures shown on website caused by many factors such as brightness of your monitor and light brightness, The print on the item might be slightly different from pictures for different batch productions, There may be 1-2 cm deviation in different sizes, locations, and stretch of fabrics. Size chart is for reference only, there may be a little difference with what you get.
- Material Type: 35% Cotton – 65% Polyester
- Soft material feels great on your skin and very light
- Features pronounced sleeve cuffs, prominent waistband hem and kangaroo pocket fringes
- Taped neck and shoulders for comfort and style
- Print: Dye-sublimation printing, colors won’t fade or peel
- Wash Care: Recommendation Wash it by hand in below 30-degree water, hang to dry in shade, prohibit bleaching, Low Iron if Necessary
This product belong to trung-cuong