On the streets of Copenhagen, red didn’t just show up—it arrived. This season, the color pulsed through the crowds like a heartbeat: a cherry-slicked trench here, a crimson mesh layering piece there, tomato-toned leather boots striding with purpose. Red was worn not as an accent, but as an attitude—confident, uncompromising, occasionally ironic. In a city known for its cool restraint, this sudden fever for red felt like a reminder that minimalism and boldness aren’t mutually exclusive, and that sometimes the most radical thing you can wear is a color that doesn’t ask permission.
