Punk for the populace? Demure romance? Whatever it is, Spring is simply teeming with this sense of dark—almost morbid—visualization. It’s the Parisian chic juxtaposed with Tokyo thinking. Perhaps biting too much from music (I’m thinking The XX and Robyn), style is evolving. Sure, have fun with your 70s flare and your 50s florals; I look to the future for my style. Mix your leather with your sheer, play with your proportions, and give gender standards a giant middle-finger-fuck-you. Fashion transcends.