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LouieJunya Watanabe or College Days Revisited
June 26th 2007 00:01
In this rainy wintry weather looking at Junya Watanabe’s men’s collection in Milan I was reminiscing about college. For those of you unfamiliar with the Canberra education system, years 11 and 12 at public schools are called colleges, are located on their own grounds, have no uniforms and the teachers are called by their first names. There’s no HSC, assessment is close to the university system and generally they’re far nicer places to be. Anyway when I was at college the boys used to dress like this, themselves nostalgic for some sort of 80s punky/motorcycle rider style.
These chequered pants were particularly popular, although often worn with those faux leather straps connecting one leg to another and with those heavy boots which you can wear for most of the year in Canberra (I always feel sorry for sweaty Sydney goth types). It is the details which reinvent this ensemble for the naughties, the rhinestones where steel caps should be and that cute little buckle on the jacket.
This one is a bit more of your Italian rebel ex-aristocrat (he was jettisoned by his family ten years ago). The apparent softness of a pinky red shirt under a jacket whose style screams leather but is softened through the choice of cotton. I love the skinny but not stocking-like black pants and those f-off boots.
This model manages the bank robber look quite well. The front row fashionistas are feinting nonchalance but if he walked into your local convenience store I imagine there would be far less calm.
This is the boy I would take home to my parents for Sunday afternoon tea with that shiny leather jacket, hair which can only be described as grotty and that pouty serious smirk he’s working to good effect.
And to return to the nostalgia of my college years, this looks like someone I knew, all zips and skinny white boy with big black boots, although the boots really need a good scuff on some local mall escalators.
Thanks Junya, for the trip down memory lane, I love your work.
From Vogue.co.uk
These chequered pants were particularly popular, although often worn with those faux leather straps connecting one leg to another and with those heavy boots which you can wear for most of the year in Canberra (I always feel sorry for sweaty Sydney goth types). It is the details which reinvent this ensemble for the naughties, the rhinestones where steel caps should be and that cute little buckle on the jacket.
From Vogue.co.uk
This one is a bit more of your Italian rebel ex-aristocrat (he was jettisoned by his family ten years ago). The apparent softness of a pinky red shirt under a jacket whose style screams leather but is softened through the choice of cotton. I love the skinny but not stocking-like black pants and those f-off boots.
From Vogue.co.uk
This model manages the bank robber look quite well. The front row fashionistas are feinting nonchalance but if he walked into your local convenience store I imagine there would be far less calm.
From Vogue.co.uk
This is the boy I would take home to my parents for Sunday afternoon tea with that shiny leather jacket, hair which can only be described as grotty and that pouty serious smirk he’s working to good effect.
From Vogue.co.uk
And to return to the nostalgia of my college years, this looks like someone I knew, all zips and skinny white boy with big black boots, although the boots really need a good scuff on some local mall escalators.
Thanks Junya, for the trip down memory lane, I love your work.
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