I’ll eat my stetsonTuesday, May 14 2013
(Ph/Katlin Ass for Stylist France #2 by Johan Sandberg)
I plead guilty for gently mocking the cheesy cowboy aesthetic when it first sauntered down Johansson’s runway back in September, but I do believe it’s time to eat my stetson. That doesn’t mean that I’m up to my usual tricks and scouring the internet in search of a similar piece to add to my ever growing wardrobe of whites.
Rather, I appreciate all the more that some creations, whether they be tongue-in-cheek, avant-garde or just plain old odd – like Celine’s genial furkenstocks and Prada’s leather toe socks to name the current culprits – serve no real-life purpose but to elevate the story. Their power to add that extra high fashion je ne sais quoi to an editorial, as they enshrine it within a given season, should not beunderestimated.