Last night, he did.
In the Palais de Tokyo, he showed leather jackets that even my mom would wear. If they looked a little too Rick, Owens sat front row and didn’t seem to mind. Sure, there were capes and sheer dresses, but mixed in were slim pants, funnel neck dresses and at the end, a few dresses covered in chain mail. With the exception of three or four dove grey looks, everything was black, including the two handbags he showed–a slouchy quilted duffel and a tubular clutch. (When handbags pop up on a runway, even the most avant-garde designer’s appears ready to sell.)
Carine sat with Mario Testino, Mlle Agnes giggled into the camera directly in front of me, Cassie and Diddy held court across from Rick Owens and Michelle Lamy, and Olivier Zahm rushed the security guard and made his way up the stairs after arriving half way through the show.
If we’d missed it, we’d be willing to fight, too.