The crowd milling outside Rick Owens We humans are creatures of habit and I am no exception. Every morning I wake up, get ready to go, then stop by the local boulangerie (bakery) to buy two pain au chocolat on my way to the first show. The ladies at the boulangerie utterly despise me. I’m public enemy number one. Alas, I am a victim of prejudice and persecution. My only crime – the first day I went, I asked (in French of course) for a bag to carry the three baguettes, four pain au chocolat and six croissants I hadClick to Continue!
Image /Steve Wood “As the suit gave Marlene Dietrich extra allure, high heels on a guy give him a reckless virility. If there’s an icy hauteur to a boxy black suit on a woman, there’s a good-natured middle finger to heels on a guy, as if to say, ‘I dare you to blink at me, motherf*cker’.”Click to Continue!
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I’ve often heard rumours of runway photographer’s naughty antics during shows, heckling models in the most inappropriate of fashions (see what I did there?), I guess it’s a pack-mentality thing – pack that many testosterone fueled men in one tiny area and they’ll do more than just stink out the place. Just yesterday at the Henrik Vibskov show they screamed at one poor boy who didn’t walk down the centre of the catwalk (they obviously don’t understand the intricacies of a model’s job), but I’d be surprised if anyone in the audience at Rick Owens today had witnessed anything likeClick to Continue!