From head to toes in Acronym and pegged to the prose of one William Gibson

Street style as a kind of legible enactment of a higher purpose that only matters to an inside few and that feels, outside a ping of the cash register, purposeless to all who do not share it and do not belong to it. Pockets of intrigue, cut throat and hidebound. No to the runway, as it existed when street style was still held back, behind the roped entrance. The exclusive walled off domain: not that the walls came crumbling down, but were vaulted over, made permeable, a pole vaulter’s inner confidence that the springboard of cool, that which need never explain itself, would bend back to true and transfer its terrible leverage so the up and over came to be.

yes and yes to kinetics and concealment, yes and yes to a closet of instantaneous transport.

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