June 12, 2015 |
A lot of the clothes you see on the catwalks are somewhat impossible to imagine sliding into real life – on you, or anyone else. How often do you actually see anyone crowbarred into a cinch-waist Harris tweed three-piece with a pork-pie hat? Bar the wankers who fill up the standing room at LCM of course. Never, that’s when. But you don’t get that with Nasir Mazhar’s clothes. You know exactly who will wear these clothes – the street-cast models are sporting them, and probably taking them home. Half the audience are wearing them too, while the rest are wishing they had the sort of halved abs and grapefruit-sized biceps that the chopped-out chunks of Nasir’s clothes necessitate. Well, they don’t necessitate them, but who wants to see a gut bubbling out of a crop top? Anyway, this Nasir show was more of the same. Meaning tight togs, slit bits and lots of toned torsos. No blubber. Hubba hubba.
Photographer: Jason Lloyd-Evans
