In case you missed the guerilla fashion show at Buckhead MARTA station

About a month ago, I was at Castleberry Hill's Art Stroll catching the viewing party for Nija Major's multimedia performance-art/twerked-out think piece "The Brainwashing," when the video's director, Omar "Chilly-O" Mitchell, made mention of a guerilla fashion show scheduled to go down that night at the Buckhead MARTA station.

A guerilla fashion show at the Buckhead MARTA station? It sounded too bizarre to be true. But being that I'd imbibed several plastic cups of two-buck chuck at that point, I decided to stay put.

Thankfully, the video above, featuring footage from the Sept. 13 fashion show titled "Boys Don't Cry," hit my inbox today. As it turns out, it was designed and curated by (b).Rick (pronounced "Brick"), who happened to be the in-house stylist for fresh.i.am's photo shoot when Creative Loafing covered the Atlanta-based artwear collective back in July.

The pop-up MARTA show doubled as the premiere of (b).Rick's new streetwear/menswear collection, which he calls (b).stroy. In keeping with the theme behind the name, (b).Rick and his "trusted art director" Dieter turned Atlanta's mass transit line into a conspicuous catwalk. Here's a more thorough description from the man himself:

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(b).stroy's inaugural collection, "Boys Don't Cry", is a story about a post-apocalyptic life form. The streetwear boom of the mid 2000's is often described as an explosion but it is seldom acknowledged how few truly survived the blast. (b).Rick speaks through clothing and presentation from the perspective of the survivor with nostalgia, remembering a time when our favorite things were produced based on decisions that considered their artistic value and not simply their aptitude for commerce. Popularity has taken the place of quality as a by-product of the boom. To illustrate the affect, (b).Rick starts with traditional ideas of clothing like the oxford sport shirt, tartan plaids and denim and tears away at them, much like commercialism and this generation's chronic dependency on electronic social networking have torn away at a once pure and obscure sub-culture. the repetition of the Nike AirJordan IV highlights the sneaker, making it seem to be the only shoe designed well enough to outlive the civilization that created it. With no permission from any sort of governmental authority, (b).Rick and his trusted art director Dieter hi-jack the Buckhead marta station for the occasion. In the spirit of the late but ominously present Lee Mcqueen, they make sure to curate a show just as bold as the statement made by the clothes. In a time where many of our beloved things have met their end, (b).Rick gives us a new beginning, just to say that even after apocalypse, all is not lost.