Harry at the NYFW runway show for SixAsSeven, the Argentine/Canadian collective known for their use of reflective mirrors, silkworm feces, and the experimental stitch pattern known as the ‘Infinity Orgasm.’ The young Brant wears the label’s 2012 shrunken velour jacket, inspired by the bathroom wallpaper of Slovakian pensioners, and a pair of snug oatmeal pleggings (unpictured.) He poses with Carlos Skimpy, fashion blogger and owner of www.fuckyeahscarves.biz, and Michael Hapless, the consultant and tastemaker who facilitated SixAsSeven’s recent collaboration with Chuck Close on a series of Nag Champa-scented wheelchair draperies. In a bold conceptual move that nodded to Yves Klein’s Le Vide, the runway show did not include a runway, or models, or any clothing, for that matter; attendees merely watched an empty, spotlit stage for 27 minutes, while the famed Mongolian pianist Hrv Kntlp performed an atonal composition by banging his Steinway’s keys with a glass dildo. “Anyone who says that fashion isn’t art can, like, shut up now,” Harry said, helping himself to a cocaine-dusted snail ravioli. Peter II told Yoko Ono an anecdote about the time he visited an afterhours Tokyo cat cafe. The evening concluded with a Buddhist prayer.