In the late ’70s, when Paris was still obsessed with glamor and structure, Comme des Garçons arrived like static through a perfect radio signal. Rei Kawakubo didn’t chase trends—she dismantled them. Her collections spoke in whispers at first, but those whispers carried the kind of electricity that makes the fashion world stop mid-conversatio

Syna World didn’t just appear—it emerged, like smoke curling out from a back alley rave. One day it was whispered about in tight circles of fashion heads and underground artists, and the next, it was everywhere. But that’s the thing—Syna was never chasing the spotlight. It just built its own lane, fueled by quiet confidence and a sharp unde

Syna World didn’t just appear—it emerged, like smoke curling out from a back alley rave. One day it was whispered about in tight circles of fashion heads and underground artists, and the next, it was everywhere. But that’s the thing—Syna was never chasing the spotlight. It just built its own lane, fueled by quiet confidence and a sharp unde