Justin Bieber’s de-bieberfication
Generally speaking, growing up kind of hits. People are starting to talk about semi-detached houses. You get lines on your face. And while there is the weird and nebulous phenomenon of “ending up at 30”, it was undoubtedly a phenomenon brought up by 40 year olds who somehow miss the exquisite pain of texting tender. at 3 a.m. and the Uber-bar-Uber- club-Uber-afterparty-Uber-Hell safari that caused them. It also happens to famous people. This is potentially happening right now to one of the most famous of all to Justin Bieber.
At 27, Bieber isn’t quite at dinner time at 6 p.m. But he’s not the same pop star he was just a few years ago. The music has taken hold considerably. He’s married, which is a pretty mature thing to do. But most strikingly, Bieber does see the same. During a recent trip to Paris (ugh, vacation), the Freedom The star walked out of a restaurant with his wife Hailey Bieber as wealthy divorcees embroiled in a bitter settlement battle despite still sleeping with each other occasionally. A strong look! A mature. Also by Celine, who under the leadership of Creative Director Hedi Slimane has become the spiritual home of brooding, skinny teens who are now brooding adults, successful with proper jobs and slightly broader shoulders.
It’s so mature that Bieber wore the stripes over the stripes for a meeting with the European equivalent of the amazingly-haired man who charms you by shopping for an exorbitant perfume on the perfume floor of a department store, the French President Emmanuel Macron. Not quite the toll the State Department expected, but OK.
Just the day before, Bieber relaxed into the stuff we expect from him (hoodie, chinos, Dunks). Although there was temperament involved. The fit was loose, but it wasn’t a return from Fred Durst. Instead of retina-scorching prints, or pajama bottoms, or a tiny beanie in Pete Davidson’s brightest shade, it was solid, neutral outfit. Brooklyn Art Dad, if you will. Or at least his senior account manager who is about to become a parent.
As one of the founding fathers of all that Scumbro Sleazeball Steez Trash King a few summers ago, the season has gone on and on for Bieber. Just a few months ago, the singer was walking from the convoy to the restaurant in what we expected, like chunky plaid shirts and even bigger jeans. Now the sense of clothing is maturing. The locks of the cherubim were cut for something smarter and cleaner. There is no upper lip caterpillar. And, reassuringly, it’s solid, personalized proof that adult cosplay doesn’t have to look boring. It doesn’t mean exorcising your cozy inner boy, either. Granted, Bieber stepped out yesterday in an acid house smiley hoodie from his own Drew fashion line, but these cases aren’t everyday like they once were.
Despite what the histrionic fashion types would have you believe, the costume is not dead. Despite what the histrionic designer types would have you believe, streetwear is not dead. It’s just fading, which is a sign of the times. After several seasons of really crazy men’s clothing and a global climate of unease and gloom that has undoubtedly left its mark on the fashion industry, the clothes we wear are starting to tilt again. It is not only Bieber who undergoes a de-Bieberfication. It’s all of us.
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