PARIS, June 23, 2011
Yohji Yamamoto is without question the definitive designer in a faux fashion world of hyper consumerism.
A harem of concubinesque like boys and young men traversed across the runway alongside a plethora of ageing corrupt men.
Billowing culottes; long, almost tunic like white shirts; and patchwork-piece jackets struck a sartorial nerve. Against the conventions of fashion; Yamamoto remains defiant.
His play with large volumes refocused attention to traditional ethnic garb and contemporary street wear; a clear indication of how much of an influence he has been in fashion for now some 30 years.
The bagginess favored by first the hip-hop (he was sporting these oversized apparel for men years before the trend was picked up on by the rap/black/hip-hop street culture. What inner-city urban youth was wearing oversized clothing in the 80's?). Everyone has copied him, yet they don’t acknowledge him. Oh shameless youth. You have no shame. You are too young to remember; and don’t read enough to regret.
Enormous culottes, often rippled with pleats, and alternated with ultra wide cropped pants. Sublime.
The fawning sycophant youth were peevishly waiting outside for a chance to gaze at the God of Fashion; just like in 1921 Paris when Jean Cocteau was at the height of his Fame; beautiful young men, would line up outside his residence in the morning, to watch him rise from his bed chambers like he was the Sun God, himself!
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