Got to Rag & Bone around 11:45…was rushing because the invitation said show at 12. I checked in and then was directed upstairs, but they were not supposed to let people in yet. I was ultimately confused and then in the midst, Isaac Carew ran by. A couple moments later, I was sitting against a wall jotting notes as I watched photographers set up their cameras for the show. Perhaps, I was in a daze, but I did not realize the show set-up by their postioning. As time passed, more and more people entered and there was a pit of people standing. Meanwhile, there was loud music thumping in the background to remind you that you were in fact here for a show. Briefly scanning the room, I noticed that everyone seemed to be wearing boots, because of the ice…but all the photogs appeared to be in sneakers…interesting…As I was writing, I looked up and was two seconds from being trampled, but I was too comfortable to move. Beginning to pen a piece on Alexander McQueen and how people exploit famous deaths, I noticed that everyone had gathered facing one direction. It looked like the show was just beginning and I almost missed it. Jeremy Young opened the show and immediately, the collection felt refreshing and right-now. They were clothes I could imagine wearing at that instant. There was texture, style, suitable staples… The color palette was crisp…it’s amazing what a little green and burgundy can do in place of all black. Personally, I detest camouflage, but it was in that moment that it was styled so impeccably, it just seemed like one of those have to have pieces. Reflecting on the show, the collection had a certain casualness to it, like a man who lives in the mountains, but has this hip thing going for him that seems to set him apart. He is taking the local functional garments and turning them into something else. I hate when people say it, but this really is one of those collections that photographed way differently than in person. In person the clash of patterns and the intensive layering was delightful, because you could better appreciate the use of texture and rich materials. And then you have little moments like Yuri Pleskun thumping his foot to the beat of the music or Tomek Szczukiecki walking half the runway leaving the audience puzzled, but it’s all rather charming–unique, it’s part of the experience.
I love your writing.
I love your writing.