there's something clean and very sharp about peir's stuff and while i don't want to call it rigid, there is a some kind of structure to the feel of the thing that seems incongruous with how i live my life, like it demands a certain regimentation in action. undercover manages to take sharp tailoring, tech fabrics, etc and make them...i don't know, eccentric? unfinished? overused? it's like you're starting at some other point in the story of the clothes than fresh off the production line. you can do things in it, like sleep on a park bench or stay up all night, just as easily as you can exercise the sort of social restraint i see in peir. the fact that my environment is one of drunken assholes, late night stumbles and hazy hungover brunches seems that rebellion against that, at least my rebellion comes as an incidental spiraling-out-of-control life rather than a futuristic normal angle that i feel comes out of peir.