PARIS, France — Virgil Abloh's fashion
career was spawned at a time when the art of fashion design was becoming
more of an exercise in appropriation, collage and creative
direction. Abloh trained as an architect, yet his clothes lean less
sculptural. Instead, they openly steal and borrow, keenly aware of the
rule-breakers who came before them — Helmut Lang, Martin Margiela, Hedi Slimane — and, as such, tread a fine line between trendy streetwear and evening wear elements.
His
latest show was an edgy wardrobing exercise of pieces that had little
in common, ticking too many boxes to form a cohesive whole. From the
clubkid energy of his opening looks (there were baggy pants, second skin
turtlenecks and fanny packs) to the raw femininity of linen bustiers
bursting with metallic pleats, there was a serious disconnect. It felt
counterintuitive, echoing neither Gucci's eclecticism nor Vetements'
aggressive sportswear with any great conviction.
Abloh
showed blazers and coats falling off one shoulder and snap-studded to
wrap around the body (a styling affectation that held little real-world
value) and an improbable lineup of paperbag-waist trousers, ruffed
leather blouses and pleated silk slips that retained none of the rogue
hip hop attitude that has otherwise shaped his designs.
Vintage
tees patched into banded tops reclaimed some of his street cred. Like
his logo sweatpants, they made for punk moments that unraveled the
uptight mood that crept in midway through the proceedings. It's no doubt
the Off-White fangirl will buy into their punchy graphic attitude
before the more staid, feminine wares that flattened this collection's
youth-driven potential.
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