Rick Owens is a Hypocrite
Rick Owens woke up on the wrong side of his bed today. Perhaps he’s really Rip Van Winkle
(Photos and text by Susan M. Kirschbaum)
I’ve always considered designer Rick Owens — that magician of imaginative architectural wraps– to be a forward thinker, much smarter than avant-garde even, UNTIL NOW. Apparently, by his own evidence and admission, he’s living in the Dark Ages.
Not only was the VIP (shhsh, shhsh!) opening of his furniture collection centered around one two ton marble alabaster bed. Not only was this bed expo titled “Pavane for a Dead Princess,” a Ravel composition based on a moribund 16th century dance. But Owens stated, when I greeted him: “I hate the web.”
I had asked the California born Paris based designer to star in a quick stairwell video where I would not even speak, just let him riff on his furniture, his designs, life as post modern Rick.
“I’ve spoken enough.” He told me. “I don’t want to speak anymore.”
Okay then man, but two questions. Why do you have your own website and also have other sites like Couture Lab, ShopStyle, and Gilt Groupe — which touted a big Owens blowout just yesterday– launch online sales of your wares? And why are you hosting a cocktail party for a hundred or so people if you don’t want to speak to anyone, jackass? Maybe it’s time to go sleep in that two ton alabaster bed of yours.
**If anyone’s interested in miming a dead princess who passed out during a pavane five centuries ago, Owens’ bed is on display at 12 East 94th Street from 11 until 6 pm, Mon–Fri, until June 25th.