Romance Never Winces.

All of the pretensious twaddle out there over Rick Owens is proving a little tiresome. We get it. You're really into it now. But we don't really care because what you used to be into is even less important than the notion of space. Saw a couple $300 tees at American Rag and couldn't even be bothered. They had little straps sewn into them. Yes. Little precious straps. Like the Dirk Schonberger guitar straps only straight. Monocrome. Heavy. Too heavy to wear by the pool. Or to brunch. Or anywhere for that matter. Maybe to that anime convention that was going on downtown over the weekend. Twisted. Then to your therapist to discuss how tortured your art is over a $6 Machiatto. Oops. You've gone and spilled something on your Rick Owens

In a word, boots.