With his unlike-anything-else-in-hip-
Perhaps he’s too caught up in the drama of his Yeezus tour or his take away from his similarly lazy A.P.C. collaboration was that anyone will pay any price for T-Shirts designed by his hand, but the flimsy, run-of-the-mill hats, jackets, and sweats onto which he’s slapped his “g.o.o.d.” text and Renaissance angel look like something an 18-year-old would pull together for his backpacking rapper buddy.
Where’s the bravado? Where’s the innovation? Where are the side-zippers?
Will this be an isolated speed bump on the newly anointed god of cool’s breathtaking year? There here’s two months left in 2013, let’s pray not.