smells like teen spirit! | fang nyc ss26

Each piece oscillates between the political rebellion of The Cranberries’ “Zombie” and the nihilistic youth cry of Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit”; simultaneously angry, fragile, and free!

Beijing-born creative Fang presented his first runway show in Brooklyn with a sharp and eye-catching aesthetic, as if sculpting a statue. It was clear that the catwalk was being used as a medium, and the message was quite clear: a powerful BDSM aesthetic. Studded chokers, leather mini skirt pieces, and below-the-knee boots revealed an inspiration drawn from both sexual freedom and the subcultural aesthetics of queer culture. The collection’s “gender-expansive” vision was particularly evident here: minimal styles that exposed the body brought masculine bodies and feminine codes to the stage simultaneously. Pointed details stood out, while sculptural pieces reflected the spirit of New York with underground vibes. Tight tank tops and zippered denim shorts merged the grunge vibe of the 90s with contemporary queer club aesthetics. A studded and riveted tote bag made the look more theatrical and rebellious, while the combination of a feminine halter top with a masculine denim shorts referenced the brand’s yin-yang balance.

It was clear that everything felt “reimagined.” Focusing on culture, aesthetics, and perspective, Fang placed an exclamation point on the concepts of habit and transience. The line between masculine and feminine constantly blurred, classic elements became playful, and the fluidity of yin-yang created an uninterrupted rhythm throughout the show. FANG NYC’s runway was like a space where opposites rubbed together to create new meanings: on the Armor x Skin axis, the protective hardness of leather and paracord met the fragility of transparent knits. Rebellion x Vulnerability blended Nirvana’s loud scream with The Cranberries’ melancholic echo. Utility x Ornament offered a spectrum ranging from carpenter pants to gradient jacquard patterns. Noise x Silence carried the vibrations of rave culture into quiet, almost bare silhouettes.

photography. Hatnim Lee
words. Alper Kurtul