For SS26, John Richmond didn’t just show clothes—he staged a rebellion. “Culture Vulture” isn’t a runway, it’s a fever dream. Three nights. Three cities. London, Milan, Paris. The club becomes the catwalk, the crowd the chorus, and the collection a sermon on style’s eternal refusal to sit quietly in the corner.

London set the tone at Covent Garden’s STEREO, a space where basslines and boot heels collide. Richmond’s models stalked out like creatures of the night, clothed in contradictions that felt both raw and decadent. A biker jacket, studded and sculpted within an inch of its life, stormed down the floor, sharp shoulders announcing power while slick black trousers whispered control. Then came the lace slip dress—fragile, sheer, almost innocent—yet anchored by scuffed cowboy boots that s

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