rick owens.
You know how sometimes things (in this case, Rick Owens) are so generally accepted as awesome that you sort of almost ignore him because it seems so obvious that something is cool that you don’t even really think about it because obviously you’re going to check their collections and care about what they do and they are somehow a staple of whatever media you’ve elected to expose yourself to and you just never really think much about them as an actual 40something man who still, like, wakes up in the morning to put on their skirt and eyeliner or whatever?
And THEN unrelated to that, you end up Googling some weird crude idiom that a friend just used (in this case, the phrase “hint - shit or get off the pot”) and you end up INSTEAD serendipitously having the gods of Google return to you not the urban dictionary definition you were hoping for, but instead an interview from a few years ago that sorta blows your mind with how awesome/hilarious/cool it is and how surprisingly sane/normal/funny/self-aware they seem? No? Whatever, still just happened with this Rick Owens interview here. Seriously, kids:
Let’s talk about your collections…
For a lot of designers their reward is the walk down the runway, but for me it’s about selling. I’m not that extroverted…I’m more pragmatic. It’s not about the glory for me…. I see fashion as something more permanent, like art or architecture. Designers used to be like that, but not anymore. That’s what I try to do….I concentrate on doing tasteful separates at a decent price. I’m not kidding. We do some actually do mostly basic things that flatter a lot of women. I think that’s really cool. I’m just a wannabe Calvin Klein or Giorgio Armani….
(Editor’s interruption here to share with you all that I thought this was great, and also that I wear Calvin Klein underwear and am 110% okay with this because who doesn’t love the 90s and cheesy oversexed ads and really great basics?) Carrying on:
To me, the myth of Rick Owens began with your girlfriend Michelle Lamy. How did the two of you meet?
We met through my boyfriend, one of her best friends. So it’s true I’m bisexual. It’s supposed to be the other way around, isn’t it? People are against bisexuality. It’s either shit or get off the pot. It would be great if things were that black and white, but life is all about ambiguities, and sometimes you have to make up the rules as you go along. It would have been easy for me to be completely gay. There was nothing holding me back. In fact, I started out assuming I would be a gay guy who didn’t really have relationships…[but] it just kind of happened and I really can’t imagine having a relationship with anyone else. It’s been almost fifteen years. God, who knows what that would be in fag years?
Right?
Anyhow. Despite the fact that we all know that whatever he shows on Friday is going to end up here (or here, there’s a secret for you!) by this weekend with the other 12 or so designers I’ll be losing my shit over because I always do (special person points to whoever correctly names at least half of them?), we’ll also take advantage of this post to include mindless pictures of leather jackets and black wedges, since my life/real closet/dream closet/blog/whatever seems to revolve around those things anyhow, and looking at these makes me salivate.
