Kenzo, is a juvenile brand, which is why I chose to shoot this look in front of an elementary schoolyard wall. What I mean by juvenile is not in age (duh--Kenzo Takada has been around since long before I was even a thought to my parents), but in the delightfully tongue-and-cheek way each design is composed. It goes without saying that couture brands that take themselves too seriously are unabashedly boring. The rigidness of the name on a label serves to drain the pieces of all life, all love, all creative splendor, all art! There is that fine line between fashion and art, between something ordinary as a sweatshirt and something extraordinary as, say, a metallic, powdered blue jacquard reptile sweatshirt. It's like bad upholstery on a couch your Grannie owns, somehow sentimental to a lost gentile age, but also firmly emblazoned to remain bold and fierce (and both a great conversational piece in the living room or in line at Starbucks: "I love your shirt. It sure is interesting"). Any brand that dressed Grace Jones in the 70s and still stay remarkably free-spirited years later is fantastic in my book. That's what I love about "new" Kenzo: there's still that funky avant garde quality that made the house worth all of it's hype, but now, it sometimes borders on the flamboyant. My only regret, from scoring this piece at Wasteland is that it did not come paired with the matching skirt as seen on the runways in 2013. I know it's out there, so the treasure hunt continues.
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"We want people to play with the clothing. We think the brand deserves to be fun." ----Humberto Leon
Top: Kenzo F/W 2013, Overalls: Rehab (Nasty Gal), Shoes: Y.R.U, Clutch: DIY from old jeans