This morning, I type with a mind of rawness and the unconsciousness of being. Last night, I forgot to take Hedi to the rooftop for skating, as usual, he ended the day being a lazy ass with cute paws. This post is going to be a collection of scattered pieces in my memory. There will be no time structure or common sense.
I remember how scared I was the first time I step on a skating board. It was as intimidating as learning to ride a bicycle. The vision of hard falls and bruises was clear. Every time I stepped on that board, I held onto a thread above for balance. And every time that happened, I thought of falling forward and having my arms torn backwards. It was embarrassing and worthwhile.
I don't get Rick Owens. I liked Yohji Yamamoto for his philosophies but I will never understand his clothes. My experience in this field is marked by designers. Yves Saint Laurent has always hit my black heart. Hedi Slimane is good with installations, black and white & portrait photography. Raf Simons struck me after Dior & I, and his iconic photographic, typographic prints. Maison Margiela is a confusion, the aesthetics is identical but the target is strange. Lemair, I adore. Jil Sander's branding is a case study. I'm curious to see what Hedi will do at Chanel and how Saint Laurent will bring its Haute Couture line back.
Yves Saint Laurent
Raf Simons
Maison Margiela
Jacquemus
Campaigns
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