Something I love about Rick Owens clothing is that there are a lot of hints, references, and general connections in the garments. I’m not talking about a Lilies tee here, but that established Rick Owens aesthetic. The image of the man with the half buzzed head, in an oversized elongated silhouette, looking like some alien stumbling out of a leather bar at 3AM. No matter how much men try to tone it down with t-shirts and denim, to not be loud and alluring, Rick Owens still looks inherently designed. There’s a compelling and powerful story behind these garments that no matter how much the wearer tries to erase it always remains present. Narcissism is a quality you purchase when you buy Rick Owens, wrapped up with a gloomy and nefarious eroticism. It makes one wonder what the numerous communications are between the brand, the Rick Owens customer, as well as the gaze and the body. No matter what Rick Owens will be an eternal aesthetic. These repetitious, alien, severe uniforms that are about personal luxury rather than the loud projection of envy or acceptance from others. Rick Owens is a world to inhabit, something that cannot look good when merely purchased.