Amywilliams
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I'm in love...
i think since ripped jeans with holes and scratches and everything have become quite the norm now, buying slightly more expensive clothes that look like they are falling apart or even, clothes that you know will fall apart sooner than usual, won't scare a lot of people away.....
When you consider the problems that Raf Simons has faced since he became creative director at Jil Sander four years ago—new corporate owners, the departure of top managers, the loss of key technicians—it is not surprising that his latest collection seems so free. That was the word that kept coming to my mind tonight: freedom. In reality, fashion is not a free state. Designers have obligations to corporate owners, and some of them, as we have seen with other houses, are not very experienced. Designers must also consider retailers, customers, and editors. And, of course, it is often helpful to the creative process, as well as the bottom line, to work with limits.
If you give a designer a chance to be completely free, if you tell him that is what he should do, I am not sure how many designers actually know how to be free. Mr. Simons gave us the exception tonight. We have seen deconstruction, we have seen raw edges, unusual volumes, transparency, and things that seem to change or dissolve before our eyes. I had the sense that Mr. Simons considered all of these fairly recent notions, and then asked himself how he might do them better, and in a way that moved fashion’s marker. That clear-headed ambition made this show enormously powerful. Indeed, you couldn’t quite process everything he was attempting to do.
Before the show, on flat-screen monitors suspended from the ceiling, he ran eight different films of well-known land art projects, including a number by Christo and Jeanne Claude. Once the show began, the monitors played the 1970 movie “Zabriskie Point.” You could see the connections in the clothes to all these images—the melding of organic materials, the manipulation of spatial relationships. The first dress appeared daubed with fluttery, cut-out pieces of the same fabric, a simple device that changed the surface. Jacket shoulders and hems had a cut-and-paste effect. There were long mesh or net dresses with the body’s contours traced in knitting; the materials all seemed to blend together.
How Mr. Simons managed to create a black stretch sheath with a surface that appears wrapped and knotted, I don’t know. There were also beguiling volumes—oversized blazers and coats in what appeared to be natural cotton canvas; they were belted over full skirts. And there were fabrics that seemed to bleed from a solid wool (for a simple coat dress) to a sheer.
It was just an astonishing performance—energetic, modern, alive. I had the feeling that Mr. Simons was possibly, deliberately, interpreting some recent looks by other designers. The oversized jackets and skirts reminded me of the wool suits that Prada showed for fall. A sheath with ruffles down the front made me think of Marc Jacobs. Some of the coarse materials, like raw linen, and exposed inner structure of jackets brought to mind Rei Kawakubo.
But if he was thinking of these other designers, he didn’t just interpret their designs. He advanced them, and he asked himself how that was possible. Then he just did it.