I know that people are sick of music industry’s over-exposed, “L’enfant terrible,” Kanye West, creator of awesome beats and forever of bruised ego, but people should do what I do – buy the albums, watch the performances and look at the pictures. Just block out all the random ridiculous that flows out of his mouth. Ignore the pointless gossip. It’s not like he’s chasing after jailbait or shooting up the place and his music is a welcome diversion from the death cult that rap music has turned into.
So yeah. I’m a fan. That’s right, I still LIKE Kanye and I don’t care who knows. And “Stronger” has the greatest beat I ever heard in my life and is definitely the greatest use of a sample. Who cares if he’s whiny and temperamental? A lot of creative people are. He can at least make fun of it.
BTW: I hate the SNL site. It is everything the Daily Show archive is not. It’s like they make it hard for you to enjoy their clips on purpose.
Since I’m still working on my latest chapter in the Michelle Obama Fashion Retrospective I thought I’d analyze the fashion of Ye who is in Paris, France with his fiancee, Alexis, taking in the ritzy fashion shows.
Kanye, despite the goofiness is a “fashion forward” guy. I checked out his fashion/style blog via Gawker today and was somewhat impressed with what I saw. It’s flawed and kind of pretentious, but it’s different in a good way, demonstrating that the rusty wheels in his noggin are a-turnin’ and burning with inspiration.
And ‘Ye is willing to wear that inspiration in the form of attire that might make other men flinch. His look is on that border between “nerdy” and “edgy,” much like Pharell Williams. And I do enjoy how both musically and fashionably he likes to bring the strange-o, the Po-Mo and the retro at any given time.
So let’s go to France and check out the couple along with (of all people) Rihanna and Vivica Fox as they appear to be the only black pop stars at Paris’ Fall/Winter 08 fashion week.
The fashion of “I don’t give a Yankee doodle. It is raining outside!” at the Stella McCartney Show.
I call this style “dressing in the dark.” There was no planning. There was no effort to be sophisticated or novel. They literally picked up what was lying on the floor, sniffed it to see if it was funky then threw it on. A good part of high fashion is dressing like you don’t give a shit if people see you in old man emerald green pants and a gray hoodie.
Again with the sunglasses. Never satisfied with just wearing a suit Kanye goes once again for the kitsch of “I don’t care” by rocking a pair of those infernal white ’80s era sunglasses with a ten cent Goodwill eyeglasses strap. Hee and Kim are pictured here at the Roberto Cavalli party.
All right. Who invited Vivica? Does she even still work for a living?
A gray trench and a white bow tie. Very downgrade swanky. It was like he wanted to tip toe up to the edge of posh and decided to stop just shy of “eccentric trust fund baby.” The glasses, which are identical of the ones my dad has worn for 35 years because “they were the cheapest,” really push this further into the eccentric column, which was likely the intent. This look also makes me think of Christian Bale in “American Psycho” meets Taco from “Puttin’ on the Ritz.”
I thought this was kind of cute until …
I saw that it was a gaudy, over-sized sweatshirt with royal blue shoes. The shoes are cute as they remind me of a pair of blue shoes I had when I was 12. I loved them because they looked great with my blue stockings, matching skirt and festive holiday shirt. With my hair flowing down my back, free from the ponytail and braids jail it was normally in, I felt stunning at my piano recital. Sure I’d barely practiced for, but I still looked as fierce as a 12 year old in 1990 could. Fleur de Lise be damned! But my point to Rhianna is she is not me at 12 and this is not 1990. She looks cute and in a way she’s kind of pulling off the tights as pants with a sweater being worn as a dress, but it screams “I tried really hard” as opposed to Kanye and Alexis’ effortless, natty meets lazy chic.
Vivica Fox is proof that even a marginal celebrity who hasn’t worked in a while can still wiggle her way into lush fashion parties in Paris brimming with free alcohol and swag. She looks so aspirational in this pick. It’s like she’s saying, “Yes! You too can make it from a marginal character on ‘The Young and the Restless’ and a failed sitcom with Patti LaBelle and fake your way to the top!”