I give Olivier Rousteing a ton of crap. The Balmain designer is supremely talented, without question, especially for a young lad still in his 20s, turning out collections with full aplomb every season without a single fail. But oftentimes it's quite difficult to see the brilliance behind all the bullshit. You see, Olivier is an active social media player and selfies are his number one affliction. The designer doesn't just post pics of himself smizing in an inspirational setting with words of wisdom or anything remotely interesting to share, oh no. That would be far too normcore for this diva. Instead, it's selfies of him in bed, always at an angle that highlights his HUGE upper lip and razor sharp cheekbones he achieves by biting the ever-living shit out of his cheeks. One or two of these posts and you're all, "oh, okay, he's pretty", but after a barrage of them and that acceptance turns into a violent "ugh make it stahhp!" rage. Selfie perp aside, Olivier is obsessed with the Kardashians. Like, OBSESSED. No one is spared, not even the mom. The designer is all up in their game, casting the sisters in campaigns, throwing parties around them as the guests of honor, putting them FROW at his shows--or even in his shows, and so on. He'd kover himself in Kards if he could. Instead he just buries them in Balmain. When he's not krazy for the K's he's surrounding himself with any other current pop culture icon strictly for praise and/or popularity. Quite like Miss T Swift, but that's an entirely different blog post..
Fashion is steadily slipping away from us, streaming down a path of over-sensationalized everything. My rant on this issue is never ending, but can we all please just hang on to one measly thread of originality and actual substance in this industry before it's completely gone, disintegrated for eternity (ah, remember the Calvin Klein ads with Christy? Good ole days..)? It's as if there's nothing sacred left in fashion at all. Reality stars and trust fund babies are the new models and campaign stars. Vapid little girls whom really never worked hard for something a day in their privileged lives. This wouldn't be so soul crushing if these girls at least brought something meaningful to the table. Being beautiful shouldn't be enough. Brains and pure kindness should always surpass looks. But what do I know. After all, I'm just a little known writer living in Brooklyn on dollars and cents. Mostly cents.
Just when florescent lights seemed to dim on fashion forever, a glimmer of hope sparkled today in a very dark, unlikely corner. Balmain released photos of their latest campaign, featuring the gloriously fabulous, extraordinarily iconic, untouchable, incomparable, supermodels of ALL supermodels--Naomi, Claudia and Cindy. God hasn't exited the fashion building entirely after all. She's still got one foot in the velvet lobby.
Thank you, Olivier. For making the smartest decision of your career yet. You've earned yourself at least a week's worth of bedroom selfies free of any shade.