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Showing posts with label Maison Martin Margiela. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Maison Martin Margiela. Show all posts
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Who is Martin Margiela?
To me, he used to epitomize the eccentricity in fashion mythology; a Mugatu-esque figure that’s sent down more wtf’s than any of his contemporaries combined, shit that’s completely nonfunctional, unwearable and borderline ridiculous.
But you grow up and you learn and I will be the first to admit: I was wrong.
He’s an innovator, from whom many designers seek inspiration. He’s a recluse, to whom no one has ever given and interview. And he is, quite frankly, exactly what fashion is all about.
Since Susannah Frankel from The Independent does such a swell job at explaining the Margiela enigma, I’ll let you read the article and discover why M. Mar-tehn (soft ‘n’) Mar-zhee-lah is marvelous. But I will leave you with look from his fall 2008 collection, courtesy of Style.com
But you grow up and you learn and I will be the first to admit: I was wrong.
He’s an innovator, from whom many designers seek inspiration. He’s a recluse, to whom no one has ever given and interview. And he is, quite frankly, exactly what fashion is all about.
Since Susannah Frankel from The Independent does such a swell job at explaining the Margiela enigma, I’ll let you read the article and discover why M. Mar-tehn (soft ‘n’) Mar-zhee-lah is marvelous. But I will leave you with look from his fall 2008 collection, courtesy of Style.com
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