I grew up in the suburbs of Chicago in the 2000s, and as you can imagine, there wasn’t a whole lot of excitement going on. One of the few activities that my classmates and I got up to that did provide worthwhile entertainment was stringing jewelry out of paperclips, the only items residing in the dredges of our ink-stained canvas pencil bags during study hall — or detention. Strewn around our necks, ankles, and wrists, the flimsy metal baubles were anything but luxurious. That, however, is hardly the case for Abloh’s version.
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