Sami’s Bad Week

Ines was at Fashion Week in Berlin, doing what she does—catching people off-guard with the questions that matter. This time she asked who, out of Simon Desue, LeFloid, and Sami Slimani, they’d most want to blow if it meant saving the world. Three options for models, designers, hangers-on, the whole machine.

Sami got nothing. Completely shut out.

There’s something darkly honest about Fashion Week as a venue. Everyone’s there together, everyone knows exactly who these people are, and when you ask something crude and direct, they’ll actually tell you what they think. It’s like a referendum on relevance and sex appeal run in between runway shows. Sami wanted to matter. Apparently in this room, at this moment, he didn’t.

Sometimes you win those kinds of tests. Sometimes you don’t.