T(Rick)y Owens

I cannot even begin.

Fall 2011 RTW.

The high desert in an ominous mood.

Biker jacket. The best. $2,465 on net-a-porter.com

There are no other leather leggings (except The Row). $2,180

On Bygdøy Peninsula in Oslo, Norway. It was not so confusing as it looks, and I was not actually lost. (Sorry).

Lounge here now. Now. Forever.

Fall 2009 RTW.

                                                 

Bygdøy. Norway has the darkest landscape I have ever seen. I loved it. Freezing water, too. Great stuff.

Both have such unyielding rigidity, the first in material the second in form. BUT the lines of the first and texture of the second? Such dichotomy I am swooning.

Goth drama a la perfection. $2,130

Rick Owens' home and workspace. How cold and fuzzy at the same time. I think this room might be so elegant it's literally painful to be in. Again, I love it.

         
         

So simple it slays me. This looks like an accident of gravity at a construction site. Amazing.

 

Still Bygdøy looking across the harbor.

WHAT IS GOING ON. A good question. Generally, I'm not sure. In the above set of images? Yeah, there I am. Because I put them there. Why? Because I was inspired by none other than fashion design Rick Owens, he of the uber-sleek tres-dark minimalism and excellent drapery/cutting/leather/black.

Found out (several months late-- I'm slipping) that he designs furniture as well. Apparently he began with the accoutrements for his own workshop and digs in Paris (pic of that above. melting), but there have also been exhibitions of his work. I know this may seem like an overstatement, but it's killing me. It's gorgeous. I have adored his fashion work (and interesting life story, which won't go here) for years and frothed over his garments every time I spy them in a store (sadly a rare occurrence in this state). His leather leggings? The layer of skin I've never had and can't yet afford. His leather jackets? The pinnacle of all I adore and the paragon whose imitators I can't even afford but covet for their similarity to his work. Everything else he does? Excellent along similar lines.

His clothes are sparse, harsh, and direct. So is his furniture. But there is an organic element in texture and shape in both modes that speaks of unrelenting creativity and inimitability of design. These qualities remind me of the landscape of Norway-- a place I think his world would fit like a (fine black leather) glove. The dark, the stone, the moss, and the black cold water echo the magical and frightening ethereal aura of Rick Owens' clothes and furniture. Therefore I have included some pictures (one of a lonely desert road in a storm, which is also similar) of myself in a Norwegian forest lanscape. It is actually the island/peninsula of Bygdøy in the center of Oslo's bay, but it feels like a remote country coast. It is coincidentally where the world-renowned (and rightly so) Viking Ship Museum is located. The landscape is so dramatic and dark I used images I am in because I purposefully tried to make each of them awkward by my presence, pose, and face. That's me, destroying pure beauty everywhere I go. Good thing men like Rick Owens are out there creating more of it.