Overall, SS14 is looking good for menswear, lots of minimalism, androgyny, ~WaCkY pRiNtS~, with some added louche looks from Haider Ackermann’s quilted smoking jackets in a luxe pallette of wines and navys to Dries Van Noten’s muted tonal florals. Probs not one we’re going to see on many street style blogs, but always a good go-to for fancy dress parties. Milan was…Milan…Dsquared2 was the usual display of maximum homoeroticism and minimal actual clothing, Etro took Mexican inspiration to rather a literal level, sending a heavily moustasched model down the catwalk in a whacking great sombrero. Paris really stuck with the enduring prints theme, Frankie Morello went for burger and sushi prints, Moschino showed lightning bolts amidst jewel-toned stripes and nerdy jacket and cardigan combinations, Paris brought the expected level of cool minimalism, Marni and Tillman Lauterbach were particular favourites. Necklace and earrings (right) by Jennifer Fisher.The mens shows got off to a good start, with a really strong season from the new major players of London fashion – standouts included variations on a theme, androgynous menswear and experimental cuts from JW Anderson, pleasing prints from LCM babies Agi & Sam and heavy sports influences from Christopher Shannon. Sunglasses, from left by Alexander McQueen, Jimmy Choo. Sweater, $195, and shorts, $135 by Gant Rugger. That means blinding whites, lots of layers, and enough stripes to make the girls go cross-eyed. to Gant, is channeling one look: the natty sailor. Right now, every store you walk into, from Tom Ford to A.P.C. The man behind hits like "Fuckin' Problems" has a cool so untouchable it landed him on a world tour with Rihanna and earned him the assurance that as long as he's got an army of fans, he'll never lose his phone again. I inspire me." And that's the third ingredient in his ascension: star power.
Well, I guess I do, but only when I'm looking at myself. "I'm the man on those things," Rocky gloats. "I was always into clothes and shit." It's a fact that's constantly reinforced by his lyrics ( Drop-crotch Jeremy Scott pants, bitch it's Hammer time) and by menswear blogs that practically worship him.
"I wanted to model when I was younger," he says.
Rocky's cocky ascension into stardom has been one part dope rhymes, one part highly evolved style. I once saw Harlem-born rapper A$AP Rocky silence a party of 150 people just so he could hear the ringer of his iPhone, which he'd misplaced.