Can Yohji Yamamoto Save Fashion From Itself?

Yohji Yamamoto’s headquarters in Paris sits in a prestigious-looking six-story stone building on a narrow street in the bustling east end of Le Marais. The windows are frosted and there are no obvious markings on the exterior. But when you swing open the large door and enter, there is an unmistakable Yohji-ness present, even in the sparsely appointed, mostly concrete foyer. It’s as if you’d walked into a Parisian salon in the ’20s or an American bowling alley in the ’80s: You’re enveloped in a haze of cigarette smoke. This, I thought, must mean that Yohji is here. Read more at GQ.