I’ve always thought that the endpoint of urban fashion is to look like sewn-together garbage, while also looking like you spent a lot of money on it.
I can’t think of a better statement for saying “I’m R-selected” than spending a lot of money on high-contrast, asymmetric clothes that have the appearance of actual litter. The aesthetic has all the elements of the traditional rapper’s American dream: you get to talk shit about how you came from the hood and you’re so tough, but you get to act like a Jewish banker too. Meanwhile signal your dedication to putting all your bioenergetic resources into the R-selected values of youth, beauty, and standing out.
For some reason it reminds me of how kids in the upper-middle class idealize the working class as some kind of noble savages like out of a modernized Dances With Wolves reboot, and constantly try to signal a spiritual connection with them while displaying a hilarious ignorance of what working class people are actually like. You know what what proles really like? German marching music and beer hall putsches! Yeah.