I’m lost in the fashion designer world. Sure, I like
clothing and put great thought into what I’m wearing, but if you take me to a
high end arcade and ask me if I’d prefer to browse at Costingtons or Overpricior,
I would flee.
Basically, I know what designers exist and what are making
it big at the moment, but I don’t want to. That whole sector freaks me out. I
read articles about designers of the moment, realise what I’ve just looked at, drop
the magazine, and run for the hills. I like the look of things in said magazines,
but I wouldn’t have a clue how to put something nice like that together. I shop at Lowes for god’s sake.
That’s why Raf Simons is my god. I like minimalism in
fashion because it is clean, modern, eternally in vogue, and it’s just bloody
easy. Black or white, short or long. No ‘layering’ (curse the word), mullet
skirts or hideous prints that not even Nan can
pull off. And personally, I think it looks better than all these high heels
with flames on the back and the oriental ‘trend’ (see, I’m in the loop. The dirty,
frightening loop).
Raf Simons studied industrial design (he could have whipped
up some of those snazzy chairs I’ve mentioned) but has worked as a fashion
designer since 1995. The Belgian designer is strictly menswear, but that’s the
appeal. It’s neat, sharp and will always cover your thighs.
Don’t let the minimalist approach fool you – his early shows
were eccentric and alternative, allowing the models to run, and to wander
around car parks and studios. In April this year, he became creative director
at Dior, which is almost as swanky as
Overpricior.
So while I’m still not 100% sure what area of journalism I
want to enter, at least I know wherever I end up, hopefully, I’ll be sporting
some Raf Simons. When all else fails, reach for the black blazer… and black
shirt and black tie and black shorts and black bike pants and black socks and black shoes. Ahhhhh.
