Henri Alexandre stepped up his game, offering a rich lineup of what he does best: bending classics like thick leather biker jackets, straight-cut suit coats and T-shirts to his contemporary punk aesthetic, his artwork sprinkled throughout. A plum sweater had a comic strip printed across the front, in white. “My Nazi Parents,” it reads, the story of a child raging at negligent but well-meaning parents for not getting him the right record.

Embellishments on the black, leather jackets included panels of antique tapestry fabric — the real thing, he said, adding he has an army of kids snapping up the stuff on the Internet — washed and shrunk.

On the back of another biker jacket was a historic photo pulled out of a book he found in a thrift store about train wrecks. More symbolism came in the form of a silver life jacket with black straps, a lifeline one hoped his angst-ridden rich kid would choose over the noose hanging on the wall.

Shoes were polished — he moved production to Italy — and the soft soles carried a message: My feet will never touch the ground. Everyone is trying to broadcast personal stories to the world, but it felt like this one might stick.

By  on June 29, 2018

Henri Alexandre stepped up his game, offering a rich lineup of what he does best: bending classics like thick leather biker jackets, straight-cut suit coats and T-shirts to his contemporary punk aesthetic, his artwork sprinkled throughout. A plum sweater had a comic strip printed across the front, in white. “My Nazi Parents,” it reads, the story of a child raging at negligent but well-meaning parents for not getting him the right record.

Embellishments on the black, leather jackets included panels of antique tapestry fabric — the real thing, he said, adding he has an army of kids snapping up the stuff on the Internet — washed and shrunk.

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