Getting Ready for Rick
So, the Rick Owens show was coming up. You know, the Rick Owens. I’d been buzzing about it for ages. It’s not like you just waltz into these things, but let’s just say I managed to sort something out. The main thing was, what on earth do I wear? It’s Rick, man. You can’t just show up in jeans and a t-shirt. Well, you could, but you’d feel like a right lemon.
I spent a good few days, no joke, just staring at my wardrobe. Pulled out a few pieces, tried them on, hated everything. You know how it is. Eventually, I settled on something suitably dark, a bit drapey. Figured I couldn’t go too wrong with that. Kept it simple, but with a bit of an edge. Or at least, that’s what I told myself.
The Vibe at the Venue
Getting to the show was an experience in itself. The buzz in the air, you could practically taste it. Everyone milling about, trying to look cool, taking photos. Lots of black, obviously. And some seriously out-there outfits. I felt pretty tame in comparison, to be honest, but hey, I was there.
The venue itself was usually something pretty stark, pretty industrial. Classic Rick. This time, it didn’t disappoint. It sets the mood, you know? Before a single model even steps out. There’s this anticipation. You’re just waiting for it to kick off. I found my spot, or rather, a spot where I could actually see something, and just soaked it all in. People-watching at a Rick Owens show is a sport in itself, let me tell you.
The Show Unfolds
Then the lights dimmed, music started thumping. Not just any music, it’s always something that hits you, something that feels… primal. And then, the first model. Boom. That’s when it really starts.
It’s hard to describe a Rick Owens show if you haven’t been to one or at least watched a few. It’s not just about the clothes. It’s a whole performance. The way the models walk, the staging, the atmosphere. It’s intense.
- The silhouettes were, as you’d expect, pretty architectural.
- Lots of volume, but then some surprisingly sleek stuff too.
- The materials, man, always something interesting. Stuff that looks like it’s been through a war and come out looking cooler.
I remember a few pieces specifically. There was this one coat, massive, looked like it could shelter a small family. And then some almost delicate, sheer things that just floated. The contrast is always what gets me. He plays with that so well. It wasn’t just about being ‘dark’ either; there’s a weird kind of beauty to it all, a bit raw, a bit challenging.
After the Last Look
And then, just like that, it was over. The models do their final walk, Rick might pop out for a nanosecond, and then the lights come up. Everyone sort of blinks, like they’ve just woken up from a weird, intense dream. You’re left trying to process it all.
Walking out, there’s this energy. People are talking, buzzing, already dissecting what they saw. For me, it’s always a bit of a mind-bender. Makes you think about fashion, about art, about how we present ourselves. It’s not just clothes to wear to the shops, is it? It’s a statement. It definitely left an impression. I spent the rest of the day just replaying bits of it in my head. Yeah, it was one of those. Definitely worth the wardrobe panic beforehand. I’d do it again in a heartbeat, even the staring-at-my-closet part. It’s all part of the ritual, I guess.
