It’s Paris Men’s Fashion Week, where the world’s style icons and sartorial taste-makers gather to flaunt the latest trends we’ll be seeing knock-offs of at Marshalls for years to come. And here comes Kanye West in his Frankenstein galoshes clomp-clomp clomping around town, complete with his own corpse bride, Julia Fox, by his side. One need look no further for evidence of Ye’s proclaimed genius because who else is out here simultaneously living as both the doctor and his monster, plus he made his own companion?! Mary Shelley could never, not even after sampling every vial, tincture, and power in Lord Byron’s apothecarium of good shit.
This past Sunday, Ye and Julia made their red carpet debut as monster and bride at the KENZO fashion show. For that event, this fool dug up the bloated corpse of Justin Timberlake and Britney Spears’ 2001 American Music Awards matching Canadian tuxedo ensemble. Kanye looks to have pulled all the padding off his walls and stuffed it into his denim jacket (Balenciaga, of course) and sent his lab assistant, Julia, to do a little light grave robbing in Madonna‘s closet last week in search of inspiration. Julia wore a Schiaparelli cone-bra, cropped denim jacket which highlighted her little tum-tum and cello back tattoo. RIP André Leon Talley, if he hadn’t already left us, seeing this much fashion at once probably would have killed him.
Later that night, after a costume change, Kanye and Julia hit a party for designer Rick Owens. Crafty as ever, Kanye took it upon himself to treat the event as an unconventional materials challenge, repurposing his own tinfoil hat and turning it into boots and gloves for his companion. And gosh don’t they make this much fashion look effortless and fun! Ever wonder what it looks like inside of Kanye’s brain before he’s had his coffee? Hint: He doesn’t drink coffee.
I hope they made time for brunch because they were up and at ’em again the next afternoon to attend the Schiaparelli Couture show, where once again, they wore an excess of fashion. It’s like damn, leave some for the rest of us! That lady’s stirrup pants probably looked chic before she saw Julia’s boot toes.
A note on Kanye’s executioner’s hood:
And a note on Julia’s eye makeup:
Remember how in Mad Men, Megan talked about how her French Canadian mother never washed her face with soap just kind of like splashed it with a little cold water just so? So maybe they don’t even sell eye makeup remover in France so Julia’s just reapplying her eyes every day with increasingly larger brush strokes until she’s been utterly consumed by the black void of Kaye’s sinister creation. But first, ICE CREAM!