Posted by Elphaba Of The Brew | Posted in brew bits, brew commentary, Kanye West | Posted on 23-12-2012
A subjective look at pop culture’s finest offerings in the year of the Mayan anti-Apocalypse
Kanye West’s Leather Pants. Kanye showed us how fashionable he is, this year, by wearing the same damn pants regardless of season or location. From Paris to Hawaii…leather jeggings were on deck. The best part was he also dropped several musical gems about his stylish ways…my fave: ‘DON’T TALK TO ME ABOUT STAYYYLE! I’LL EMBARRASS YOU!!” Oh, Yeezy.
What’s that saying? “If you’re a nice guy, you don’t have to TELL everyone you’re a nice guy?” Well the same goes for the stylish. If you are an icon of style YOU don’t have to be the one to toot your own horn. People will want to emulate you. You will not have to name drop designers in the hopes that people think you’re sooo in the know (Sidenote: wtf is up with rap these days? Is it a mirror on culture or fugging Women’s Wear Daily?). You will be recognized as the ‘style shiznit’.
See, the thing is I get what you’re doing Mr. Karwest. I really do. Most style Icons have a “uniform”. Karl Lagerfeld has: embalming fluid, nipped in dainty waist and fingerless gloves. Andre Leon Talley: graduation gowns. Anna Wintour: ability to snatch your soul with a glance and her bob. Calvin Klein : young dude arm candy and Botox. Balenciaga’s, Alexander Wang : sheer tees and leggings like he just stepped out of ballet barre class. I GET IT… sucka.
The whole point of uniform idea is that you are so chock full of brilliant fashion nuggets you don’t want to distract yourself or anyone else with what YOU are wearing. Your ‘uniform’ becomes your marketing as well, part of your brand. So, you decided come rain sleet or snow, that YOUR uniform would be leather meggings. You dress them up and down and wear them all year round (aww that rhymed). You give the finger to climate. You endure the tepid pool of ball sweat that you undoubtedly have puddling about your Yeezy sack on a daily basis. All for the love. I feel you. I still don’t know what that is saying about your design ethic…when you don’t seem to actually be spending time designing.
P.S. I respectfully decline the invitation to kiss your whole ass…or more specifically your ass hole. But thank you.