Plokhov is the goddamn man, man. His F/W 15 collection is fucking wild and full of shit that you and I could never wear, but may talk ourselves into giving the old college, like a pair of pants with an asymmetrical fly that's just begging to hit the sales rack at our favorite weird, mostly black clothing boutique. That's the thing with most of Plokhov's shit. It's all super dope and dystopian and has crazy little details that you would have to wrack your brain to ever come up with on your own. But there's only so many people in the world allowed to wear Plokhov at any given time and you probably are not amongst the chosen few. Like, I honestly don't think you're ready for a Lenny Kravitz-sized fleece scarf with a pocket on it. Wait, maybe it's a blanket? Who actually knows anything anymore? Of course, there are some slightly less turbo pieces in here too like waxed trucker jackets, shearling-trimmed bombers, hoodies and all that. But what's the fun in talking about stuff that everyone does? I want to talk about the intense hooded jacket in slide 19 that reminds me of this Kapital joint from a while back. That thing is pure flames and makes you look like you jumped straight off the screen from the most recent Assassin's Creed, which brings me to how I would sum up Plokhov: If you wear this you're basically a video game character. Take that how you will, but I'm of the belief that video game characters are pretty fucking tight.
