Finally. We have been so patient.
Comments I have heard from friends/am blaming on my friends but actually saying myself:
-He is going to need to expand his collection.
-The performance art was great, but the garments don’t fit those models. The leather is flush and buckling.
All in all, I am all about a rebrand for Rick. There is nothing I love more than hip hop and rough luxury, so to see them fuse is a dream come true for me. I love that moment when a person of a specific race starts to feel uncomfortable about infringement on their color culture. Before they get angry, there is fear and uncertainty. When you witness that moment, you understand the very core of racism. This emotional response is what art is about, digging into people’s reactions–creating them and then dissecting them. For the people who are mad at Rick Owens and think he “sold out,” it must be a difficult time.
I think this show is an attempt to expand the market while sort of jabbing fun at his loyal, “liberal” following. I love that Rick is marketing to black americans, and if the lack of subtlety/insensitivity to race was intentional (which I have to believe it was), I find it genius in it’s ability to get us talking and foster an emotional reaction (Hi, Miley, we still see you). But is Rick, while creating this buzz, isolating his entire fan base? Will it backfire? Pissing off white people and painting black people as tribal skull crushing savages? My emotional and savvy selves are at war, and maybe that is what Rick Owens wanted.
As a step show, performance piece, and cultural taboo, the success is wild and everyone is talking. As a runway show? …I did not see but one or two garments. I was distracted by my emotions, and now I don’t even know what the collection looks like!?
I would love to open discussion regarding this show with a fashion and culture buff of african american descent-so if you’re reading, please comment or email me!
I do not wear my heart on my sleeve
I leave it nestled in the depths of it’s ivory cage,
the lightly bronzed gauze of my
Rich creams and scented oils crawl into my pores
they cannot reach.
Layers of billowing textiles drape my outline,
making space between you and it.
Sometimes my heart yearns,
though my hunger quenched with the succulence of delicacy,
the warmth of wine.
This earth blinds,
yet within the darkness of my body
my heart freely beats-
unscathed by the deformity of the human condition-
This blog is about the things that keep my vessel divine, shelter for my most coveted self.