Justin Bieber Is Back on His Bullshit, and I'm So Relieved
Did you feel that? You know, that feeling of things falling into place? Kind of like when you do a really good arms-over-the-head stretch and something cracks in your neck and suddenly you feel so much better? I felt it. Yep, all the way down in my bones. And now I know why: Justin Bieber is back on his bullshit, and the universe is aligned once more.
This weekend, the most-devoted sleazeboy and the newly minted owner of a formidable rat-stache took to the streets of Los Angeles. He was not dressed like he was cosplaying as a mid-'90s skater. Neither was he going for it in a matched tracksuit made of perfectly crinkly nylon. Instead, our boy was kitted out in something he loves dearly (though, perhaps not as dearly as Hailey): sweats.
Justin Bieber, wearing sweats.
To observe Justin Bieber in sweats is to observe a creature in its most natural state. He is a peregrine falcon, wings tucked, head forward, diving with incredible speed through the air. He is a thoroughbred horse, legs outstretched in mid-gallop, hurtling across the ground. He is a grizzly, perched in a stream, absolutely housing some fuckin' salmon. He is exactly as he should be.
The sweats in question do not match one another, which is crucial. A sweatsuit is a move, but a gray hoodie and some forest green sweatpants are just something you throw on when you're Justin Bieber and you need to take a brief walk. Ditto that for the Yeezy Boost 700 V2 (in the Analog colorway, it seems). This is how Justin Bieber lives. In sweats. In nature. In balance with the universe.
This story originally appeared on Esquire.com.
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