All I wish to say right now is that Swedish label Acne is in danger of disappearing up its own fundament & I bitterly regret having wasted a precious hour in visiting their studio, seemingly populated by monosyllabic poseurs who have turned froideur into a fine art.
As I flicked through the rails and shoes, I was muttering Balenciaga, check. Rick Owens, Check. Etc. Etc. Derivative and dull.