Rick Owens shot by Nick Knight for Showstudio.com and Arena Homme +
5 years ago Rick Owens represented a small niche business of luxury leathers and knits, appealing to a smattering of men who heard of the designer by way of their savvy girlfriends and their penchant for deconstructed furs and villainous Star Trek get ups. Few years before that, he was an even fainter blimp on the radar: a small L.A. eccentric with an incredible set of patterning skills, newly championed by the editor of Vogue. Since Anna Wintour plucked the hesitant designer from the west coast and brought his work to a larger audience in NYC, his influence has steadily gained and now his raw, gothic and street aesthetics have become ubiquitous, giving form to the dark albeit wealthy fashionistas in need of projecting their inner turmoil. In the days since Helmut Lang removed himself from the industry he has provided a new generation with his own kind of urban futurism: Owens anticipates a world that is in fact as cold and harsh as we fear, but resilient against this, or maybe even celebratory of it, he has found a way of designing luxury, opulence, sensuality and desire into it.


































