Point Blank. I am sick of celebrity designers. The other day I hope Mr. Divo mic snatcher Kanye West brought the zenith and subsequent downfall of this trend.
Let me expand on this briefly. I have argued on several websites about this, and this morning I am reading a great article from Eric Wilson about this, view it here: Kanye West, Designer (Yawn) I think the storm gets brewed with someone with a not so great reputation, and infamous history of narcissism, decides to be the 1 billionth celebrity to start a fashion line. And then he feels the need to do his first show in Paris during the fashion week calender among the greats as if we should all expect him to start at the top. But just because you are at the top of another profession means you get to skip the leaning curve in this one. He climbed the to the top of the pedestal and was kicked off it so hard, he's still reeling.
From NY Times : His show was described by those who attended as, at best, a disappointment, and yet the rapper could be found almost everywhere during Paris Fashion Week defending himself. At a dinner party in Azzedine Alaïa’s kitchen on Sunday, Mr. West complained rather bitterly to those assembled that he meant for those sausage-casing dresses, the sagging trousers and the swimming jackets dripping with sparkles and strips of fuzzy bits to fit the way that they did, though everyone else seemed to read them as a failure in tailoring. At the Céline show, he engaged Joe Zee, the creative director of Elle, in a lengthy dialogue, loud enough for everyone around them to hear, in which he noted, as one example, that he did not very much appreciate the criticism of his decision to show fur for summer.
“All I said was congratulations,” Mr. Zee said afterward. “I wasn’t even there.”
Gotta love Joe and his pleasant shade throwing. In the fashion world the ONE THING you can't buy, is respect. The scattered weak applause says it all.
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