Go to the corner of Nevins and Bergen St, open the heavy glass door, and let the sweet smell of the blood orange-vanilla-sweet musk scent of the BKc candle hit your nostrils: “The Brooklyn Circus is the place I was looking for.” Simple. Sweet. And to the point. Meet Colin Thierens…

Unsuspecting? Definitely. Underestimating? Please don’t, Mr. Colin Thierens of the BKc ain’t nuttin to fuck wit. My Guyanese-Chinese, Old Uncle steez homie from The Brooklyn Circus has style all over and different colors, patterns and fly glasses to match his one-of-a-kind mouthpiece. To put it simply, his ensembles are a mere extension of this Brooklyn native’s intense personality. Colin has me laughing half the time and the other half creates everyday looks that beg for a photo-op. Not only is he the genius behind most of the BKc’s photography but get into this ‘fit…