Poor Kanye. I really do feel bad for him sometimes. Like that time that he thought that everyone thought he was Hitler, or that time that he professed that all he needed was a lady who would ride or die. And now there’s this time.
See, last night Kanye had his very first fashion show. In Paris, even! He got the courage to show the world his very first collection, Dw Kanye West, and what did the world do? It spit in his face, that’s what it did.
Here are a few excerpts from a review in The Wall Street Journal, titled “Good Thing Kanye West Has A Day Job”:
Zippers were unzipped. Snakeskin pants were metallic silver. There was a very large and furry fur backpack. For an arctic Spring/Summer 2012. Necklines plunged so precariously that they seemed a personal shout-out to J-Lo. Heavy beading – including one breastplate of a top – recalled the Flintstones. Strips of crocodile hung without reason from a leather skirt. There were lots and lots of tight leather pants.
I liked the perforated black leather. Yet a vast quantity of luxury materials can’t blind people to a lack of creative marksmanship.
There’s something about fashion design that makes untrained people think they can do it, too. Never mind the years of study and practice it takes to create Azzedine Alaia or Alexander McQueen, whose designs reveal that a few millimeters of fabric is the difference between excellent and also-ran.
Still, Lindsay Lohan was there! And the Olsen twins! And it’s Kanye!
Next, Marc Jacobs pitches for the Yankees!
I’ve included a bunch of pictures from the show so you can decide for yourself if Kanye’s clothes are really all that bad. Don’t hold back!
Images courtesy of Fashionista