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Our beloved Gothfather, Rick Owens, took host inside the Palais de Tokyo yesterday to present his range of SS17 womenswear. Per usual, the designer’s much-hyped affair summoned forth a brooding coven of devoted followers who braved the daylight to flex their most stylish getups.

The gathering bore a similar vibe to fellow cult brand Hood By Air’s fashion weirdos, but while HBA’s legion gets off by scaring children, Owens’s crowd looks like they’ve conducted at least one ritualistic sacrifice sometime in their lifespan.

There weren’t any eye-grabbing theatrics this time around (remember last year’s human backpacks?), but Rick did dish out yet another season of sick garms incorporating the trademark sartorial motifs we’ve come to love him for (translation: another collection of drape-like tailoring, mammoth silhouettes and monochromatic color schemes).

The draping came full force, employing a variety of oddball (and pricey) fabrics; waists were encased by linen tulle, buckram cloth tightened around the shoulders and horsehair capes swallowed models’ torsos and backsides.

The cast, while svelte and lanky, appeared particularly voluminous given Rick’s penchant for skewed tailoring (form-fitting was kept to a bare minimum), while a few looks were accompanied by these gargantuan ostrich feather capes that billowed down the catwalk. Black, of course, made a cameo here and there, but dusty lavenders, canary yellows and muted mauves added a pleasant “pop” of color (within reason, naturally).

Business as usual for Rick, really, but he is fashion’s reigning Lord of Darkness, so he can do whatever the hell he wants (and we’ll probably like it, to be honest).

For more Paris Fashion Week shenanigans, check out Alyx Studio‘s statement-packed SS17 collection.

Words by Nico Amarca
Fashion Editor, North America
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