I remember when I said ‘what’s up’ to Mark McNairy.
Last February, I went to Las Vegas for the first time as a legal alcohol consumer (fancy way of saying 21 but my college loans require excessive vocabulary). Sure, there was the allure of everything Vegas “is” but really I went as a tag-along, riding the coattails of a team of buyers at the Agenda/Capsule/Liberty tradeshows. I went there fixated on the streetwear aspect of things at Agenda but Dario, in the early stages of his quest to Bellwether me up, recruited me over to Capsule.
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Just days earlier, Dario suggested I look to McNairy for my own style cues. Now, here McNairy was, sitting in a dark, oak chair with his legs crossed while reading an actual newspaper. He was alone, no crazy fanfare, no sales reps present, just the man I’d Googled a few days earlier.
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Capsule is that kind of space. A place where someone like me (semi-fashionable, pant-sagging aspiring writer) and someone like McNairy (celebrated menswear designer and cool stuff connoisseur) coexist.
I was reminded of this experience recently while reading articles about Capsule’s growth since its inception in 2007 and enjoying the street style the event spawned. *prayer hands for multiple tabs* The latest installment of Capsule wrapped up yesterday in New York and, while I’m a bit bummed I missed it, here’s an imaginary toast to oak chairs and clothing racks on wheels.