Regarding Yoko Ono Fashions For Men 1969-2012, do not be alarmed. Even though those pants with the sheer bottoms and the hand-on-the-crotch appliqué seems to have alarmed the mainstream press. I had heard the buzz, peripherally as it were. Apparently the launch last Tuesday was a mob and mania with Downtown investing in an outpouring of veneration for one of its lingering icons. But it was not until Lucas at Request tagged his pic from the look-book on Facebook that Yoko Ono's Fashion For Men suddenly became urgently relevant. Why? Because it had humor and verve and of course, balls. Especially if one wears those sheer bottom pants commando style.
So off to Opening Ceremony we dashed , to "encounter" Yoko Ono's menswear moment. I was convinced Yoko Ono was going to give me an intervention, especially of the very drafty sort. I thought it would just be a giggle...clothing as limited edition collectibles by a seminal avant-garde artist. Look but don't buy.
But though the fabrication is not conspicuously luxe, the cut on that cut-out jacket in black was severely correct. The proportion of the lapels were right, the waist suitably snatched. It's the kind of thing you wear to ...let's say Greenhouse on a Sunday night (yea...still) and then when its served its outre purpose you can always throw it over a good black cashmere sweater with a white shirt and be conceptually monastic at a marketing meeting with a first adopter from Antwerp's art district.
I tried the pants with the cut-outs near the knees but they fit like bicycle tights, which I suppose is an ideal of our times (yea...still) . I eschewed the lightbulb bra and the incense boot but came away with a smile. Oh to be 80 and still turning the kids out. I live for you Yoko Ono.