Boy Be Good: Ximon Lee

Few designers have caught the attention of the fashion establishment as successfully as Ximon Lee has, especially when it comes to menswear. Lucky would be a disservice; enterprising hardly skims the surface. You could label him a workaholic in the traditional sense, because the thought of leaving his calendar empty, and having no outlet with which to direct his energy, only fills him with dread. There is a due diligence, a kind of enthusiastic rigor that lends to his vision. No design is created flat. Each of his garments is draped, deconstructed and then meticulously bleached, painted or sewn to completion.

Whatever happens, happens: Ximon Lee

Ximon Lee graduated from Parsons School of Design with a BFA in fashion design in 2014, and he was awarded the Parsons Menswear Designer...

Influential Fashion Educators: Parsons’ Shelley Fox

When she launched Parsons’ MFA in Fashion Design and Society in 2010, Shelley Fox wanted to set New York fashion right. And now, her...

Parsons graduate Andrea Jiapei Li has the Midas Touch

20's jazz, hippies and hip-hop are a seemingly random list. No, you haven't tuned into Greatest Hits Radio, nor is it a history of The Hit Parade. These are in fact a small sample of a detestable list of things that inspired Andrea Jiapei Li's collection I AM WHAT [I AM]. But as inquisitive in nature she may be, she "doesn't have anything to ask a fortune teller" for her designs are the making of all answers. So for those seeking truth through design, look no further as we discover that Andrea has the Midas touch and can answer the unquestionable with needle and thread.

Melitta Baumeister: From V-Files to Dover Street Market

Melitta Baumeister gets it. She gets that young (creative) designers need to thrive in New York. She gets that you can’t just rely on making ‘clothes’, because we live in The Age of Tumblr. She gets that offbeat thinking, and hard work, will get you places. She gets it, together with her creative partner Paul Jung. We strike up a conversation over coffee in London’s Dover Street Market, the store that’s given Melitta a chance to sell worldwide.They’re already sitting at a table near the window, when I walk into the top floor’s cafe. It’s a rainy day (what’s new, London?). They’re wearing clean shapes, black and white: clothes from Melitta’s own line. I sit down, we chit chat, and order coffee. What do we talk about? Crap post-graduate support systems in New York, for starters.