“If the Kingdom Hall was for Komori Keijiro, then you would absolutely see me suited up for church every Sunday, or dishing out copies of Watchtower on street corners: trying to educate the people on Comoli.”
really appreciated this. not because it was well-written, though it was. but because it actually made sense. and that’s rare.
there’s something comforting and almost disarming about the way you describe fashion. not as trend. not as content. but as experience. as process. as something that should work.
the part about the body. yeah. that hit hard.
i’ve dealt with weight shifts for as long as i remember. my perception of myself is never stable. depending on the day, i’m either deeply at peace or one slightly awkward fitting room away from a full existential collapse.
and being into fashion while that’s going on in your head? that’s a very specific form of hell.
not feeling excluded because of taste, but because of centimeters. like, i can love a brand with my whole soul and still know it’s not built for me. literally.
comme des garçons is the perfect example. the love is real. it always was.
but nothing ever fit. i’d walk into stores full of hope, and leave feeling like i just tried on someone else’s joke. tight shoulders, tiny sleeves, the whole “avant-garde discomfort” vibe… but unintentionally.
and the worst part is i kept trying. kept hoping this piece would finally be The One. spoiler: it never was.
you either laugh or cry. i did both. at the same time. in a changing room. with no AC.
and that’s kind of the paradox, right? we fall in love with the aesthetic language of a culture that, size-wise, treats us like a mistranslation.
life is pain when you’re not japanese-sized but all your style references are.
that’s why i’ve really come to appreciate the newer wave of japanese brands who are quietly adjusting. i heard ssstein is changing their sizing next season. part of me is skeptical. part of me is ready to sell a kidney. time will tell.
as for comoli. i’m deep in it. don’t own a single thing. but i’ve zoomed in on more grainy showroom images than i care to admit.
i’ve read every interview, saved every poorly lit fit pic, tried to reverse engineer the cut of a coat from a blurry shoulder seam.
but i’ve made a rule. i only buy in person now. i need to try things on. feel them. see how they move, how they sit, what they do.
yes, it makes shopping nearly impossible. but it keeps me from lying to myself. and honestly, there’s something romantic about waiting.
thankfully i’ve got one solid place in warsaw that stocks yoko sakamoto. and every time i go there, it reminds me that fashion can still be about quiet joy. about restraint. about care.
not everything needs to scream. not everything needs to be clever. sometimes the best things are the ones that don’t try too hard to prove they’re good.
and that’s why this piece stuck with me. because you didn’t perform reverence. you actually feel it. and that’s rare.
most people talk about “quality” and “intention” like buzzwords. but you? you just… mean it. and i get that.
also, yes. the 3% “design” trend needs to die. the chopped-up, sewn-back-together, quotation-mark-core. i’m exhausted.
we don’t need another concept tee with a manifesto. sometimes a good shirt is a good shirt. and that’s enough.
so yeah. i hope comoli gives in one day and lets you do that interview.
you’d ask the questions no one else would. the ones that matter.
i’ll be there. reading every word like it’s scripture.
possibly crying. definitely overdressed. absolutely at peace. 😇
literally the best comment i’ve received since starting — appreciate you for the kind words and for reading, it really does mean a lot.
I primarily try to write from experience since it’s honest and can hopefully resonate with others that are looking for this form of content. if you ever need recs, or wanna chat about brands — let me know!
“If the Kingdom Hall was for Komori Keijiro, then you would absolutely see me suited up for church every Sunday, or dishing out copies of Watchtower on street corners: trying to educate the people on Comoli.”
Sign me up as well! lmao
see you sunday morning brother 🤝🏽
really appreciated this. not because it was well-written, though it was. but because it actually made sense. and that’s rare.
there’s something comforting and almost disarming about the way you describe fashion. not as trend. not as content. but as experience. as process. as something that should work.
the part about the body. yeah. that hit hard.
i’ve dealt with weight shifts for as long as i remember. my perception of myself is never stable. depending on the day, i’m either deeply at peace or one slightly awkward fitting room away from a full existential collapse.
and being into fashion while that’s going on in your head? that’s a very specific form of hell.
not feeling excluded because of taste, but because of centimeters. like, i can love a brand with my whole soul and still know it’s not built for me. literally.
comme des garçons is the perfect example. the love is real. it always was.
but nothing ever fit. i’d walk into stores full of hope, and leave feeling like i just tried on someone else’s joke. tight shoulders, tiny sleeves, the whole “avant-garde discomfort” vibe… but unintentionally.
and the worst part is i kept trying. kept hoping this piece would finally be The One. spoiler: it never was.
you either laugh or cry. i did both. at the same time. in a changing room. with no AC.
and that’s kind of the paradox, right? we fall in love with the aesthetic language of a culture that, size-wise, treats us like a mistranslation.
life is pain when you’re not japanese-sized but all your style references are.
that’s why i’ve really come to appreciate the newer wave of japanese brands who are quietly adjusting. i heard ssstein is changing their sizing next season. part of me is skeptical. part of me is ready to sell a kidney. time will tell.
as for comoli. i’m deep in it. don’t own a single thing. but i’ve zoomed in on more grainy showroom images than i care to admit.
i’ve read every interview, saved every poorly lit fit pic, tried to reverse engineer the cut of a coat from a blurry shoulder seam.
but i’ve made a rule. i only buy in person now. i need to try things on. feel them. see how they move, how they sit, what they do.
yes, it makes shopping nearly impossible. but it keeps me from lying to myself. and honestly, there’s something romantic about waiting.
thankfully i’ve got one solid place in warsaw that stocks yoko sakamoto. and every time i go there, it reminds me that fashion can still be about quiet joy. about restraint. about care.
not everything needs to scream. not everything needs to be clever. sometimes the best things are the ones that don’t try too hard to prove they’re good.
and that’s why this piece stuck with me. because you didn’t perform reverence. you actually feel it. and that’s rare.
most people talk about “quality” and “intention” like buzzwords. but you? you just… mean it. and i get that.
also, yes. the 3% “design” trend needs to die. the chopped-up, sewn-back-together, quotation-mark-core. i’m exhausted.
we don’t need another concept tee with a manifesto. sometimes a good shirt is a good shirt. and that’s enough.
so yeah. i hope comoli gives in one day and lets you do that interview.
you’d ask the questions no one else would. the ones that matter.
i’ll be there. reading every word like it’s scripture.
possibly crying. definitely overdressed. absolutely at peace. 😇
literally the best comment i’ve received since starting — appreciate you for the kind words and for reading, it really does mean a lot.
I primarily try to write from experience since it’s honest and can hopefully resonate with others that are looking for this form of content. if you ever need recs, or wanna chat about brands — let me know!
4ever my Comoli king 👊🏻
thank u soon-to-be comoli queen 🐸
Honoured to be featured in this wonderful piece. Thank you so much friend! Brilliant read as always. Comolians unite 🫡
Happy to have you be a part of this! Really does mean a lot, along with your support - thank you so much 🙌🏽