March 4, 2018 |
“When in doubt: Dress up! One should never see the brain working in what you wear and one dresses in order to be eventually naked… I still think to this day that you are the best dressed woman in any room. Love you forever – Andreas.” This was a love letter. An homage to Vivienne Westwood by Andreas Kronthaler. Who doesn’t want to dress like Viv? The women and men marched in this celebration of Vivienne Westwood, teetering on sky high laced up platforms. It was a journey through the ’70s, ‘80s, and ‘90s. Greatest hits. Florals were plastered, wallpaper and carpet style onto the highest waisted leggings on men and onto tailored shirts and elasticated skirts for the girls.
T-shirts sat under knitted asymmetric dresses, bandanas over the mouth. Hardcore. Earrings were excessive, of course, dresses turned into minis and the men’s pants were expertly bunched around the ankles, flat pirate boots leading their way. There was all that classic Westwood drama in the black feathers, hoods and intense eye makeup, yet a beautiful simplicity in those silky white shirts and flowing dresses that were uncomplicated, so sweet. Red Harris tweed sent jolts of energy into it and all that tiered chiffon was anchored, still so pretty, almost ethereal. Wedding dress-esque. You wouldn’t divorce her. The dancers, who call themselves northern creatures from London moved to the music, that deep beat taking over, and even in all the cleverly structured chaos, it felt majestic. Always naughty and haughty. To Vivienne.
Photographs by Jason Lloyd Evans
