I suppose I could’ve expected to run into Michele Lamy at Dover Street Market. Even still, I was completely taken aback. Wearing piles of heavy jewelry, flip flops and a snapback, wrapped in what appeared to be a brown linen sheet, Lamy cut an imposing figure. Any passersby could tell that she was someone of stature. This was the day before I had RSVP’d to attend a book signing at the Rick Owens store in SoHo, naturally. I’ve observed the brand from afar, enjoying the runway spectacles and noting the uncompromisingly dedicated fanbase. Even if I was completely out of place, I figured it’d be a good time and a better way to spend a Saturday evening than drinking soju in Koreatown.

Photos by Jon Suhr.

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