I can’t ever imagine a day when Rick Owens would even be mentioned in the same level as Rei’s Comme. One is a predictable, petulant Look at me! Look at me! kid (obnoxiously shirtless [LOL Mullet] and yet so not sexy, and the other still remains an effortless visionary.
The fact that she can present just 15 looks and still conjure excitement and inspiration more than a lesser with 100+ looks can ever do (her comes Karl and his tiresome multi-million dollar dementia-induicng shows… I know, I know, as always, Chanel is solid once in the shops…), is more than I can ask for from a label that’s over 40 years strong. And it is stronger and more potent than ever.
As mentioned before, I adore Comme when she remembers the boys— as in tailoring. And this has plenty rooted in classical bespoke, just masterfully spun out of glorious and beautiful control.
Thanks Mullet for the detailed shots.