Set in a large stadium space, the Ksubi show was epic before it had even begun. The colossal audience were ushered into position around the circular catwalk, with only two rows of seats, crowding around like spectators in a bull fight. The show was introduced with video footage displayed on big screens above the crowd’s heads, beginning with static noises and an image of a man dressed in black with a balaclava, rolling around on a white floor, almost like a mental patient in a straight jacket. This was followed by an image of the same masked man holding a series of notes up to the camera like a terrorist, reading “don’t tell me, I know I’m wrong, I always am, but why does, shit take so long, get fucked around, I’m sick of it, we’d better, get somewhere, and we’d better, be quick, or, the next thing, you know, we’ll be gone ”. When the models finally appeared, it was a black shed in the centre of the space, walking one by one around the arena. The clothing was composed heavily of worn denims, oddly structured jeans, leathers, custom prints and even tailored suits.

Media coverage by For-Tomorrow Productions and Photography by Blake Azar Photography