I think I'm becoming slightly obsessed with clothes that don't immediately tell you what they're trying to do. You know the ones. They walk out and you're waiting for the big moment — the print, the enormous silhouette, the thing you're supposed to screenshot — and instead you get a coat.
There is something about Diesel that makes me want to be a little reckless. Maybe it's the denim. Maybe it's the sex. Maybe it's just that particular Diesel feeling of what if we stopped pretending clothes have to behave? But watching this collection, I kept coming back to one thing. Something underneath is always trying to get out. And once I noticed it, I couldn't really unsee it.
