April 4, 2014 |
DIESEL BLACK GOLD: THE COLLECTION
To quote from Talking Heads’ Psycho Killer: “Qu’est-ce que c’est? Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better Run run run run run run run away.” I think it’s a very valid question. What is a psycho killer? Do psycho killers exist? A serial killer, for example, is traditionally defined “as a person who has murdered three or more people over a period of more than a month, with downtime between the murders. Serial killing is not the same as mass murdering, nor is it a killing spree, in which two murders are committed in two or more locations with virtually no break in between”. Which isn’t to suggest that a psycho killer is not a serial killer. Serial-killer murders are usually completed in a similar fashion, the victims having something in common, for example their occupation, race, sex or age. And to find victims who are unknown to each other, yet share similar traits and then to kill them in the same way requires planning, which could border on the obsessive and psychotic. But then it’s possible that a psycho killer could commit just the one murder in a psychotic rage. Anyway: Diesel Black Gold (because that is the point of this). Someone, somewhere, mentioned psycho killers in relation to the s/s collection. And I suppose you could say the models had a slightly psychotic look about them. Hooded eyes. The one on this page is even wearing a very appropriate sneaking-round-in-the-night look. The dark green satin bomber with pale-satin-lined hood worn with blacks shorts and matching lace-up ankle boots is the stylish killer’s choice. The glossiness of the satin makes me think of a panther stealthily sneaking up on its prey from behind, which really is sort of what a psycho killer is – a panther lying in wait for its prey. It’s not all dark, though; there is white and cream in cropped trousers and motorcycle jackets that buckle at the neck, oversized, sort of like a 1980s motor bomber, loose. There are floral jacquards and acid prints. You may think texture and light colours are not the wisest of choices when your occupation is “blood work”, but there are reasons why you are still out on the loose: meticulous planning and attention to detail. You are, after all, known for being a touch obsessive-compulsive, and you are hardly going to let yourself get caught because of a random stray hair. Work is conducted in the appropriate attire. A plastic all-in-one with matching gloves and feet covers. Not only does it keep you free, but it frees you from the worry of getting the blood out of fabrications such as these, which can be such a pain. And you don’t want the dry-cleaner asking too many questions, do you?
Photographer: Jason Lloyd-Evans
By Natalie Dembinska
