I sorta missed the inbetweens, but Paris is up and oh do I love the Paris shows. I watched Rick Owens' austere, beetley show and couldn't help but think his version of things is far more futuristic than anything Balenciaga did last season. Sure, the future could be bright and shiny like Ghesquiere's ensembles, but I see it more Owens in style - dark, moody clothes with creative shapes and thick outerwear. Certainly this will protect you from nuclear winter far better than skinny pants. The clydesdale feet were a distraction as I couldn't take my eyes off their flopping, but the necessary side view executed at the end of the first section of the runway was a must. Seeing these garments in profile, and in motion, set them apart as still shots simply don't do them justice.
And yes, I'm amazed that I liked this show as much as I did considering I'm currently wearing my brand new blue and white striped sailor girl shoes which could be the exact antithesis of the Owens' aesthetic.
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