wrapping up this cross-gender shopping excursion for the week,
i really was hit by three images more than any other
that are influencing my personal style.
the first was from the BALMAIN runway,
when the designer, christophe decarnin, took his bow.
i've come to realize that the designers who really own their personal visions
are also the ones who dress, regardless of gender,
true to that vision.
so, decarnin's denim and shrunken leather and boots all were twisted versions
of what he shows for women.
they reminded me of my college years,
when adorned pants and jackets were objects of lust and late night sewing sessions
(thank you karen for the rose covered jeans and tequila)
and the sexy freedom of the unwashed torn jean.
the next was,
my personal god,
i mean, talk about owning an aesthetic.
i would live in his clothing if i could,
the pieces i have are worn on every set i walk onto,
and feel like armor and elitism and nonchalance and edge
rolled into lambskin and sheer cotton.
plus, love the hair and big guns, big boy.
and then, this exit by the model of the moment,
it was lean, it was givenchy, it was sleek,
and barring the sandals,
was something i would wear every day.
plus, the evangelista tribute hair rocks.
of course all that sleekness warred with my more elaborate tendencies,
as this moment in the dries van noten show showed.
no place to wear it,
but would wear it to the grocery store if i owned it.
there you have it.
party in balmain,
shoot in rick owens,
groceries in dries.