R&B Singer Brent Faiyaz Is Taking Fashion Month by Storm

If you were among the capacity crowd that filtered into the Kings Theatre in Brooklyn for Pyer Moss’s standout show during New York Fashion Week, you may have wondered who that baby-voiced singer in the crushed velvet jacket who opened the proceedings was. He walked in the show as well, but it was his dulcet tones and soulful delivery that captured the audience’s attention.

As it turns out, Pyer Moss’s Kerby Jean-Raymond isn’t the only fashion person excited about Brent Faiyaz. The Los Angeles–based R&B singer was also invited to Riccardo Tisci’s Burberry show in London last week, an experience that he captured on film exclusively for Vogue.

Faiyaz sweated it out in an unusually sweltering front row, brushing shoulders with the likes of Rosalía and Dua Lipa. He seemed to like the stylish swirl, although he realizes that Planet Fashion can sometimes feel very far away from the real world. “How would people behave if everyone in the world could afford to dress this fancy all the time?”

It was a loooong week.
It was a loooong week.
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So many Burberry gifts in the past few days, it felt like my birthday. They even booked my hotel.
So many Burberry gifts in the past few days, it felt like my birthday. They even booked my hotel.
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Yeah, this is gonna suit me well.
Yeah, this is gonna suit me well.
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It does. Let’s get it.
It does. Let’s get it.
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Fresh out the box. Swear they not ready for me. Love it when the shoes haven’t touched the ground before.
Fresh out the box. Swear they not ready for me. Love it when the shoes haven’t touched the ground before.
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Cozy.
Cozy.
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Hair getting out of hand, SMH. Fuck it, we ball.
Hair getting out of hand, SMH. Fuck it, we ball.
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Chauffeur pulled up—no ifs, ands, or buts about it.
Chauffeur pulled up—no ifs, ands, or buts about it.
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The models were beautiful. I think they had the heat on, everybody in my row was sweating. It was hot as hell in there. Jacket had to go—I thugged it. I really liked looking at the shiny dresses and formal attire. How would people behave if everyone in the world could afford to dress this fancy all the time?
I met Riccardo and thanked him for the invitation. There were so many people in there I was like, “Damn, this guy can’t even hear me talking right now,” but he was cool. Dude shook my hand and thanked me. I’m like, “What I do?” Haha.
I met Riccardo and thanked him for the invitation. There were so many people in there I was like, “Damn, this guy can’t even hear me talking right now,” but he was cool. Dude shook my hand and thanked me. I’m like, “What I do?” Haha.
Photo: Darren Xu
He killed the show. Much respect.
He killed the show. Much respect.
Photo: Darren Xu
My pants were sagging. I had to adjust.

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My pants were sagging. I had to adjust.
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Originally Appeared on Vogue