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But in recent years, Davidson has emerged as a surprisingly fun and risk-taking dresser. In his Bode crochet jackets, Online Ceramics tees (worn in King Of Staten Island, ironically), and Beepy Bella necklaces, he’s more like an avatar of an American generation—one made up of men both naive and curious, who are willing to paint their nails and dress with a sense of studied recklessness.
Today, Davidson is dressed in the manner of his people: he’s wearing a billowy teal tee, pink sweat shorts, and cartoon-colored heart socks tucked into grey felt Birkenstock slides. It’s a stark contrast to the Thom Browne employees, all of whom are wearing the brand’s famously rigorous uniform of shrunken grey suits, leather wingtips, and tricolor-tipped hosiery. Davidson looks like he just rolled out of bed, but as soon as he sees the dress, he appears to stand up a little straighter. Before anyone can ask him what he thinks of it, he gives an unequivocal review: “SICK!”
There was a practical reason he said yes to the dress: “I’m excited for how easy it is to pee. You can literally just lift it up.” But like many before him, he also sees the Met red carpet as a place to indulge in a healthy serving of fashion fantasy. (This year’s theme is “American Independence.”) “If you’re gonna wear a dress,” Davidson says, “what better way or place to do it than the Met, you know? I’m really excited and really stoked that they thought I could pull this off, which is hilarious.”
For his part, Browne—who represents American Independence better than just about any designer—never had a doubt. “I always admire people who are willing to take risks,” Browne says via email. “Who feel comfortable in being themselves no matter what they’re wearing. Pete wears the clothes so well, and this really lets his personality shine.”
“Does anybody care? I don’t give a shit,” Davidson says as strips down to his boxer briefs in the showroom. A Thom Browne employee brings the dress over. Davidson’s hair is freshly bleached, which he and the TB team thought would work best with the look. (“I love dyeing my hair blonde,” he says. “I’m always looking for an excuse.”) Other than the hair, Davidson’s pre-Met grooming routine will be simple: smoke weed and listen to 2 Chainz.
As his stylist Britt Theodora zips him up, Pete begins shimmying a little bit, testing how the fabric feels on his body. It might be the shiny new wingtip boots, but he looks taller, and as he begins strutting around the room, he looks confident—sexy, even. A Thom Browne tailor points out the dress’s various design features. It has pockets! “They added them for my drug paraphernalia,” Davidson quips. It’s got darts on the front to create a trim, but not tight silhouette. “This is very nice. I’m very loose. Everything is swinging around.” A debate ensues over whether they should take shears to the sleeves of the white oxford Pete will wear underneath. (The chopped sleeve is a popular styling move among Thom Browne staffers.) “If we can cut them to here,” Davidson says, pointing to the middle of his bicep, “that would be sick. Just because I’m a sweaty piece of shit.” The decision is pushed to Monday.
When Davidson hits the Met’s iconic red carpet, he knows he’ll get a reaction—it’s what happens when you challenge one of menswear’s final taboos. When I ask Davidson what his buddies back home will say when they see it, he launches into his best south shore impression. “They’re gonna be like, I don’t understand it, but good for you. What are you, a nun? I already know all the comments.” Davidson doesn’t care. He slips into the white tailored overcoat that completes his look and glides over a full-length mirror. “Siiick. Yeah, this makes it look sick. So sick. I’m definitely wearing no underwear. It would be so funny.”