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Oh and the peacock feathered suit was killer. See it, and our other favorite looks from backstage at the presentation, below.
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Oh and the peacock feathered suit was killer. See it, and our other favorite looks from backstage at the presentation, below.

Owens was up to his usual antics, yet the message resonated differently, casting a fresh light upon his familiar courtyard. It almost felt like new territory. The blacks were deeper but not necessarily darker. The form-fitting fabrics were comfortably embracing, without constraining. High waists encouraged models to stand tall with confidence.
Nevertheless, a somber undertone still permeated Owens' silhouettes. The exaggerated arches of shoulders appeared even more severe, distorting the natural contours of the body. Collars extended far beyond the heads, serving as armor on a metaphorical battlefield. Some models had their heads sheltered under delicate layers of mesh, observing while remaining protected. Following the ensembles came last season's duvets, transformed and lined with strips of denim and mesh, followed by translucent trails that billowed like ethereal flowers in the wind. Owens' creations conquered not only the marble stairs but also mirrored the prevailing atmosphere of our contemporary world.
The Lord of Darkness has ventured into the light, embracing luminosity and embodying its spirit. As this chapter came to a close in the color of love, a hue also reminiscent of blood and pain, it whispered that pleasure could not exist without its counterpart. Owens voiced this promise in the most profound way.

Victor Barragán transformed AIFA airport into a sort of cultural purgatory. Obviously, the collection's moniker, "Quiet Luxury!", was a cheeky pass at the resurgent fashion movement centered on 'anti-bling', but Barragán's designs, in all their ostentatious glory, were anything but quiet. Models slinked down a motionless travelator, clad in looks that seemed like a jumble of conflicting references. Bullet wounds, bloody slashes, flashy camo-wear, national flag-pastiches, guerrilla-esque patrol hats, among other symbolic artifacts resonated loudly. Paradoxically, the collection felt timeless, fixed in a liminal space neither here or there. The eclectic references jumbled together naturally blended into what we’ve come to understand as the soul of BARRAGÁN.
Photographer Jester Bulnes, who walked the show, filled us in from their POV.
Read their diary below.
Last year I attended my first New York Fashion Week purely for the sake of the FOMO I would feel. This year amidst Paris Fashion week I was invited to not only attend, but walk my first runway for Barragán SS24, a designer I have not only admired for years, but have fantasized about working with, in Mexico City.
Sept 26
Immediately off the plane to my fitting, it was the day before the show. Right as I walked in, I was greeted by friends calming my nerves and to my surprise I saw Jordan Firstman, another familiar face, receiving a haircut and having his beard trimmed into the most swaggy striped pattern. Without having even seen any of the clothes, I knew that that show was going to be everything.


Sept 27

9:21 AM
Day of the show. I have been dreaming of this day my entire life. I met up with my friends Sevyn and Julian for coffee as we all head together to the bus that would be taking all of the models to the runway location: AIFA Airport.
Nothing but tattoos, muscles, and sweet personalities fill the long ride as everyone who would be a part of the show is more than the typical model and rather embodies the ethos of the brand.



12:30 AM
We arrived. Cracking jokes and in awe at the ability to present such a collection in the middle of an airport, we all make it through security.
1:06 PM
Models begin receiving bullets to their foreheads, extra hairy sideburns, and scars on their bodies.



3:34 PM
It's finally time to practice the initial walkthrough. Strutting down a moving walkway and weaving through airport chairs, the walk feels a bit confusing. After a few tries and a dose of confidence, I had it down.


5:01PM
Collectively deciding to get dressed as hair and makeup had just finished up, we bantered that we would need a full hour of having our photos taken as the show was set to begin at 6PM.
5:55 PM
Chains. Crowns. Crucifix rosaries. It all blurs by as everyone backstage is working hard to have everything ready for the show.
6:12 PM
The show had already begun and it was about to be my turn to walk. I taked a deeo breath and think about the young kid taking selfportraits in the infamous gay Barragán speedo. I was ready.

6:27 PM
It's time for the final walk and blasting through the speakers is Slowdive’s “Souvlaki Space Station.” This moment could not feel anymore magical. I will never forget this moment.
Gracias Victor, a todos.
BARRAGÁN Worldwide, BARRAGÁN Forever. <3