Rick Owens
REVIEW
COMPLETE COLLECTION
PARIS, March 1, 2005
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How many women are ready to join the Rick Owens crypt club of fashion? That's an interesting question. When his subterranean goddesses rise to the surface for his shows, they can make a pretty terrifying sight. Rick's rockin' wraiths dress head to toe in felted, pilled fabrics, trailing skinny skirts in shades of dirt, gray, and mouse, and stomping forward on intimidatingly solid stiletto-heel boots. Should they turn their deathly pale faces and beckon, instinct might tell you to run quickly in the opposite direction.But take a second look before you flee too fast. Even though Owens' total image is patently not for wimps, some of the individual components are brilliant—most obviously, the rough-hewn, bias cut shearlings and leather jackets that have been finding their way into so many women's wardrobes over the years. This season offered more irresistible pieces for the mainstream Rick collector, particularly the fierce cropped sheepskin gilets and boleros. Some of the sinuous skirts and flared pants in velvet would translate easily to life above ground, too. But taken as a whole? No. That's a place where only the brave—and the very strange—will ever go.
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