This post is going out to my favourite men, Rick Owens and Maison Martin Margiela. Love those guys. They're my all-time favourite designers and have a similar aesthetic, as you will see below. That said, Owens is somewhat more grungier, comparing his work to that of a Brancusi sculpture: ”...A slab of metal on a hunk of wood, but it's about the right piece of metal, the right hunk of wood and the perfect gesture.”
Margiela on the other hand is a little more clean cut and deliberate. Although with one season came deconstructed jeans, he usually doesn't stray too far from clean and unusual cuts and fabrics such as crepe, silk and jersey. Owens favours the thought of things that are broken, rotting and worn out, yet still manages to create pieces that are coveted by grungy teens to glam Vogue editors.
It is not only the pieces that I love but the style of design and overall aesthetic and mystery that surrounds both Margiela and Owens' lines. No one knows what Margiela even looks like because no one has ever taken a photograph of him. All media contact is done through fax. His shops spring up as tiny doors in strange neighbourhoods in Tokyo and Europe, some being makeshift in old bridge toll booths, for example. The staff wear white lab coats. Below is a video of Rick Owens showing his new store in New York, very interesting...
Here are some shots of pieces from some favourite seasons of mine, both pretty recent.
MMM:
Rick Owens:
Check out their very unusual and amazingly designed websites:
Monday, January 12, 2009
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