(Of course, the presence of joy is not the absence of darkness: The line fans shouted from Uzi’s biggest hit is “push me to the edge, all my friends are dead.” And a softening of gender is not its destruction. On “That’s a Rack,” he says that a woman he was DM-ing turned out to be “a man.” Thinking himself clever, he raps “-lucent on my vision/That’s the only thing that’s trans.” Sometimes progress is illusory.)

Kevin Mazur

The decade descended into an anything-goes fashion moment that requires a certain amount of mischief to truly enjoy, and who else has enough mischief to announce that he had fallen out with a longtime pal—Playboi Carti, who joined him on A$AP Mob’s Raf Simons tribute; on “Sauce It Up,” he croons “Commes des Garçons, hearts all on my cardi’/I was in a Lamb’, Carti he was in a ‘rari”—only to clarify that the two weren’t so distant that they couldn’t have a “friendly dress off?” When this magazine caught up with him earlier this year, his hotel room had “a pile of at least a half million dollars' worth of fashion,” and his fit pics suggest he dives into it and runs out into the world with whatever sticks. It’s a spirit he’s embodied since his white Timb’d “All My Chains” days, and it’s only gotten better from there. Offbeat designers, archival pieces, color- and pattern- and gender-agnosticism. To paraphrase Uzi, he does what he wants. If we put our minds to it, we all could.