Everyone's got a list of sweet things to do before they die -- some call it a Bucket List, others decided the weather was too nice to spend all day indoors watching some ass movie. Checking off his stylistic boxes: Aem'kei.
The swan song of a 13-year NY/Berlin fashion vet, AK's new line travels sartorial roads not yet taken, like Robert Frost with a mouth full of straight pins. He begins on a twisty trail to lewdness, with a tee emblazoned with just-pixelated-enough smut (see left -- it's not a sailboat), and black/blue blazers with a label on the lining reading "hope you get laid" -- reminiscent of your mom's nurturing first-day-of-kindergarten send-off, "hope you make friends". AK then rushes headlong into every possible category of clothing: from tweaked formality (cotton twill button-downs, pinstriped small-brimmed fedoras, more) to nylon track jackets and polos sporting double-buttoned breast pockets (one more chance to turn back before giving yourself a jutting, lumpy man-boob).