These ideas manifest in a subtly subversive collection made up of wear-how-you-want pieces with techy finishes and glitchy, dragged from the depths of the internet graphics littered throughout. A scroll through the label’s Instagram reveals Berghain-ready bomber jackets with wipe-clean sheens layered over skin-tight mesh tops, vinyl parachute trousers matched with clean-but-skewed blazers, and oversized hoodies, heavy-weight tees, and sweaters bearing jagged broken glass prints and abstracted computer graphics.
What’s surprising, given the label’s very clear identity and aesthetic, is Madame inc’s revelation that there’s no tangible reference point behind the collection. Instead, the designers draw inspiration direct from the streets and ABM’s diverse community.
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Framing Britney Spears fails to contend with, however, is the Britney of now, the Britney living in the future that the media of the past helped to shape. Almost a full hour of the documentary’s 75-minute runtime is dedicated to reminding us all how Miss American Dream bet on herself – her talent, her drive, her passion – and lost. The media loves to tell this story about Britney, over and over again. The one they scripted and directed for her themselves. They are like serial killers, in this way, confessing not out of sincere contrition, but because it keeps them in control of the narrative.