Nothing like the summer sun to get you playing hookey for an afternoon.
The traditional power suit gets ripped up, torn apart and put back together. For who better wield the power in NYC; the home of creatives, punks and heathens than a group of self-made queens.
As the borders become blurry in the era of globalization, so too do the walls that divide high street from streetwear. East meets west where couture meets old school kicks.