Alright, folks. That's another NYFW is in the books. We endured the circus of fuckery, the thirst capital of the world, the center of the struggle universe and in the end, we saw some highly dope shit. We also saw some really, really not even remotely dope shit, but we're going to ignore that nonsense and pray that menswear Darwinism does its fucking job. For now, we're wholly committed to bringing you the en fuego flavors we observed this week, while breaking down what you can basically expect to be wearing 6 months from now if you want to be considered an Internet cool guy. And being Internet cool guys if kind of our thing, so trust us on this shit, okay?