Phuel
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Even if it’s a bit off-topic, I remember that in We Margiela, they said that most of the things Margiela did was a result of him being inventive with No Money. Yes, he worked with Gaultier but he was a « young » independent designer who couldn’t book Glamorous places to show his clothes and therefore, who couldn’t pay the images rights for the models he used. So, he hide their faces, hired anonymous or new, very newcomers (like Kate Moss). Ultimately, at one point it became part of the identity and they played on the anonymous mystique around the brand.
Absolutely. That era produced design visionaries who constructed dreams and worlds from what resources they had. This era’s “designers” gives us… hoodies.
That era of fashion sincerely felt genuine and brutally honest in how designers took risks with everything they had. And still was such a quiet revolution in the spirit of Arte Povera artisans that pushed a new fashion identity and aesthetic forward and onward that remains relevant and impactful to this day not just with the designs, but their shows and campaigns, and aesthetic. I feel so fortunate to have grown up and be educated in that period that only demanded the very best. Along with the likes of Helmut/Jean Colonna/Ann, their more anti-fashion movement never feels contrived nor calculated— unlike a label such as Vetements…. Designers today are too focused on achieving fast-stardom and fast-fame, and too self-serving to land that coveted role for a LVMH corporate brand so that they can make bank and post their glamorous life on SM. There’s no one who is willing to invest the time to innovate and challenge with a new design vocabulary while paying tribute to the past. It’s all about nostalgia and blatant, lazy rip-offs. And let's not even get into the ones that exploit identity-politics to sell overpriced basic hoodies and tees. (And now even middle-aged fashion victims are desperate to snatch up some basic Jacquemus cotton safari-hat that looks just like any other one you can get at any generic outdoors shop. What other reason to own it other than the stupid logo on it…).
Sadly, this is what Prada has devolved into: Everything that her greater past would have rejected. This collection is only passable because of the rich history that came before it. But it in no way does it compare to the label’s glorious past. (If I were a women, I’d be a cautiously hopeful. But the men’s is such a lost cause.)