People I Would Follow Home

Cosette is nineteen and Swedish and standing in front of some aggressively colorful wall in purple Gina Tricot separates that would read quiet on anyone else. Then you notice the red hair and the illusion of understatement collapses entirely. She’s not modest. She just makes you think she might be for a second.

Andre is Filipino and whatever age he actually is, the Forever 21 sweater is doing him no favors on that front. Doesn’t need favors. He dresses the way men who’ve stopped performing straightness sometimes dress—entirely for themselves, and therefore better than most of us. There’s a specific confidence in that and he carries it well.

Juliett is twenty-three and Polish and describes her own style as "Katy B feat. Ms. Dynamite," which is the most accurate piece of self-description I’ve heard in a while. She looks genuinely lovely and I want the jacket. I’m not above admitting either of those things.

Shihoko is twenty-eight and Japanese and dressed in ANAP in a way that reads funeral-formal until you understand the brand, at which point it reads like something else entirely. Japan operates on a frequency the rest of the world can’t quite tune to, and she’s a good example of why that’s not a problem.

Lily studies design at Central Saint Martins and is twenty-one and photographed mid-banana and I am absolutely thinking what you think I’m thinking and she absolutely knows it. Good for her.

Kadeem freelances from the Bronx in Cheap Monday and Uniqlo, which in New York codes cooler than labels that are actually trying to be cool. I mean that with complete sincerity.