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Justin Bieber Didn't Wear Anya Hindmarch to an Anya Hindmarch Event

Justin Bieber and Karla Welch
Justin Bieber and Karla Welch
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Like every child star, Justin Bieber was bound to be doomed to a life of expensive, ineffective therapy, skateboarding[ish], and boy racing Ferraris in Californian suburbs. In an attempt to navigate life as a beach blonde babe after being dumped by Selena Gomez and getting roasted by someone inclined to have phone sex on public access, Old Biebsy Boy has been trying out a new wardrobe.

Following in the footsteps of fellow Canadian child star, Drake, it seems J Bibbles has been turned on to the cooler-than-cool clothing store, VFILES. Looking like a fresh wax figure at Madame Tussauds, Bieby Baby was seen sporting a flesh-toned Hood By Air hoodie at The Anya Hindmarch Service Station Collection at Barneys New York in Beverly Hills.

In what seems like major shade, Malibu Bieber opted against accessorizing this standout piece with Anya Hindmarch's new collection. Hit Me Bieber One More Time instead chose to pair the rag/sweatshirt with leather sweatpants — a noted invention by fellow musician, Kanye West — and an long cotton blouse regularly worn by Indian men, otherwise known as a kurta.

You do you, Bieb Sting.