I’ve been doing some serious digging for the past month, searching for Rick Owens archive pieces. Here is my latest finding, Rick Owens F/W 2007 sample furry boots.

A Saturday walk in our local Botanical garden, only days before the trees start to blossom. They look like warriors, whereas the branches look like extended limbs ending with clenched fists ready to fight. Anyway, I just found them beautiful. Naked and vulnerable, unable to hide.  I did however put my shield up, wearing a full cover consisting of my Rick Owens jacket from the F/W 2011 collection, with emphasize on the shoulders. And a full skirt from the same designer.

I by the way just received an completely epic piece from Rick Owens, which I purchased from Japanese Yahoo. Well, not a piece, but a pair, from quite a few seasons back. They remind me of a tree as well, (why I’m mentioning it in this post), reminiscent of trunks, growing from out of the ground.

Will show it to you later. Have a lovely Sunday.

I rarely wear jeans, or tight trousers for that matter. I would say never, but since I keep a pair of  black pair of skinny jeans, my only pair, from a Nordic chain in my wardrobe, I can’t. When wearing Gareth Pugh however, you are sort of obligated to accept that as a woman, a fitted silhouette is included in the package. Especially very short, tight dresses and skinny trousers. My nightmare. Naturally I’m allowed, like anybody else, to exclude this part of the aesthetics that are quite obviously manifested in typical gender roles. Most of the time, I do. But I chose to exceed my boundaries this one time. To become the black sheep in my own wardrobe.

Wearing a goat fur from Gareth Pugh F/w 2009, turtle neck from Zara, gloves from Maison Martin Margiela, and shoes from Ann Demeulemeester F/w 2008.

If this was Matrix, this would be what I would look like. Presumably looking somewhat more lurid however, or let’s say hard-bitten, but I tried my best. I should’ve worn a pair of L’incognito sunglasses from Margiela, to look slightly more discreet. Preferably wearing black leather, not grey. No, always black, even though spring is right outside and you could actually put on other jackets than the most tragic ones. Comfortable shoes, to be able to run fast and jump between roofs if necessary, with the jacket equipped with wings to be able to slide through the air a bit longer.

If only this would be the future. Sometimes I wish I could live forever, just to be able to witness how everything is developing.

Wearing a leather jacket from Gareth Pugh, turle neck from Benetton, trousers and shoes from Ann Demeulemeester.

Picture from a yesterday’s walk in the spring sun.

I may give you an update on my current state of being, as being quite distant lately. I am fine. I will be studying biology (and physics for that matter) for the next couple of weeks. High school studies, but still, it affects my thinking.

Male birds, wearing the most attractive ornament there is, as to signal strong vitality. The female counterpart on the other hand are designed to blend in. The fittest male will survive as will the females with the best comformable costume. Basic evolutionary ecology. Transformed into homo sapiens, male are to be wearing the most conspicous look, while females are to be average. Which is clearly not the case, at least no any longer. So, evolution is changing in the race of homo sapiens, but unfortunately, there is nothing as gender equality in the vegetable nor the animal kingdom. Armourous clothing, for example, is appearing for a fact more frequently in today’s fashion. Both Gareth Pugh and Rick Owens presented powerful women last week in Paris, warriors, like there were no men in the world. Like women of the SCUM manifest. Like Saskia de Breuw and Elise Crombrez in the latest issue of Interview Magazine. Daphne Guinnes once said she wore clothes as protection. The idea is nonetheless interesting. The armour it kind of like a metaphor of self-preservation, transformed into clothing.

Fashion is quite similar to evolution, at least theoretically. The fashion people decides to adapt is what eventually becomes the fittest, it is what will survive and will be worn in the future until a change of direction. If there’s a mutation, a change in a certain silhouette for example (may or may not enhanced) that’s what will become the fittest. Fashion is always in movement, so is evolution, it must, otherwise, the definition of both words is contradicting itself.

Cape made from satin and down, black cashmere shorts and leather high knee boots, all from Rick Owens f/w 2011, leather gloves from COS.

Beige leather, brown cashmere, black satin, washed denim and metallic leather pieced together into one amazing creation from an old collection of Rick Owens, f/w 2008. Worn with black cashmere shorts form the previous season.

Wearing coat and sweater from H&M, organza skort and high boots from Rick Owens, gloves from Maison Martin Margiela.

The sun made an anticipated appearance last Sunday, a rather rare phenomenon in times like these. I put on this silk piece in a dark dust hue, it felt like water when I ran my fingers through it. The skirt on the other hand is made of cotton and thereby very stiff. And long, with a trail reaching at least one meter behind. I almost forgot the horns, the horns of course, essential in order to complete the theatrical look. Not work wear nor winter wear, last Sunday however, was a special day.

All Rick Owens S/S 2011.

Rick Owens spring 2011.

I finally got the horns from Rick Owens’s Anthem collection. They are slighltly bended however, but it’s the faults that make them unique. Somewhat like a goat. The hooded jacket is from the same collection, made of grey canvas. It feels like one of those windproof sports jacket you wear when skiing, or mountain climbing if you’d like. Material-wise, also the silhouette, although with a somewhat more sculptural and sharp cut. Simply how I would look if I were to climb Kebnekaise.