Fashion People Don’t Wear Coats

Oleg from Moscow is wearing red trousers in a white winter forest. Brave, or simply unaware of how many drunk hunters are out there—Russia tends to settle those questions in its own way.

Cold-weather street style works by its own logic. Pinkspider in Vancouver—and Vancouver is genuinely arctic in November, colder than almost anywhere in the Western world, a fact locals will tell you within minutes of meeting them—is standing in the snow in a Lanvin for H&M shirt with the settled energy of someone who has decided that temperature is not her concern. Karolin, photographed somewhere in Sweden in equally hostile conditions, has Vagabond shoes and Monki leggings and the expression of someone who would refuse a cup of tea on principle, even now.

Bobby in Brooklyn has assembled the correct autumn outfit: Levi’s jeans, an H&M blazer, a Garcon Chic shirt. It holds together cleanly. What actually makes it is the beanie—that particular kind of hat that contains an entire personality, worn at exactly the right angle.

Celia is in a Blackmilk swimsuit with Chucks and a safety helmet, which has no seasonal logic whatsoever and works completely. Refusing the premise of winter is a valid position. Possibly the only honest one.

Nobody knows who Jon is. He looks exactly like his sister, wears her clothes, and reportedly gives equally bad head.