This title while a little flippant means no disrespect. I just finished "My Dear Bomb", an autobiographical/creative piece by Yohji Yamamoto. I was immediately taken by the dark title and poetic lyric. The book narrates, in no particular order, Yohji's life. Events, people come and go with out the context of time and feels like the rambling of an old man. In between, he offers glimpses his his design world. Yohji Yamamoto is the master. His vision, cut, and sense of proportion is simple, divine, and unsurpassable. One can never from the wearer fathom the complexity of construction and drafting behind each piece: the wearer emanates ease and comfort. This season neither the eponymous label nor Y3 disappointed. I love the darkly romantic feel of YY and preppy athletic vibe of Y3.