There’s so much to be said about Rick Owens and his over-priced jerseys and pelts that make me, without fail, lust all over the pieces of his collections, spring-summer after fall-winter. Michelle Lamy is the exotic addition to his entourage- she is unique, almost to the point of symbol, and a part of what Owens is all about, so much so that I’ve been tempted to think of her as his natural extension. They are the modern Adams family, they refine and complete each other, and this short film about them, under the pretext of Owens’ new furniture line, takes a sneak peak at their life together.
I’ve never thought of it as a disease Lamy, I thought you were finger painting all this while. Perhaps first come the tainted fingers, then the art.