This does not sit right with him.
I call that standard airport beauty.
And I oppose it.
And when I wear my platform boots as I go through the airport it is to oppose airport beauty.
This is my resistance.
Which leads us to why Owens opened his house in Paris for his menswear show this morning.
That standard is dishonest… but this is a fully resolved Rick Owens experience.
It cant get any more honest or authentic than this.
And that was my basic urge right now: to be sincere.
The collection was entitled Porterville, after the California town in which he was raised.
Bleak, is how he describes it.
And today Owens threw open its doors because, he said, I want to be a haven.
A force of anti-intolerance.
This house was reputedly once an office of Francois Mitterands Socialist Party (before it went bankrupt).
Owens honored creative collectivism today by inviting multiple collaborators to share his platform(s).
Challenging to manufacture but fantastic to watch were the jackets and pants made by rubber couturier Matisse Di Maggio.
The statue they gathered under was of Justice.
