Flashion Forward: Freeland

Hop on our flight to fancy with Flashion Forward, a trip during which we coquettishly frolic about the closets of our fave new UIers. Each week we pluck a recently added interview from our warehouse of current clips and try to read between the artist’s sartorial lines. Today, we’re splashing around the deep end of Freeland’s pool (it doesn’t seem to have a shallow end).

First things first (Rod Stewart 1984-style hairdos aside), let’s face it: These guys could hop into bed with pretty much any unfettered chick they set their bedroom eyes on–with or without their considerable music chops to back them up.

With help from Tommy Lee, Twiggy Ramirez, Joey Santiago, Tony Bevilacqua, Kurt Baumann, Brody Dalle and Gerald V. Casale,  it’s like the ’80s made love to the ’90s and gave birth to the aughts all on one record described as “bold, dark, and entertaining, with some truly electrifying moments.”

And speaking of making love, unless they’re totally fucking with us (which is totally possible), the men of Freeland are all about you, baby. Despite what the evil overlords in the media, Cosmo, your own deeply paranoid inner monologue (wait, is that just me?) may tell you, not every musician sets out to hit every easy, breezy, beautiful Cover Girl they meet on the road. Freelanders are into the deeper things in life. They actually believe in doing things that are real, have a foundation and are genuine. Because what else is there?

Well, there is fashion. But much like their existential humanism fetish, again, unless they’re fucking with us, Freeland is the rare, real, deep music-fashion deal. They’re twig thin, adorably (just shy of cheesily) coordinated, sunglassed, belted, blazered, skinny-pantsed and white-shirted blazes of glory. Shine on, Freeland, shine on, you crazy diamonds.