I felt great loss when Helmut Lang left the stage and I felt only mild comfort in Hedi Slimane. I called him Hard Core Helmut, he came across much more heavy and had a much less democratic price tag then Helmut. But he was cool. I never felt the cool again until his latest show.
Style.com puts it like this:” But one could describe the outfits ad nauseam without ever getting to the rub. Hedi’s boys, girls, and inbetweeners are an artfully assembled off-the-rack simulacra of cool. When they’re amplified through Slimane’s unwholesome instinct to shrink—because cool is never wholesome—they come to represent an instantly accessible gateway to a destination otherwise verboten.
Backstage, Slimane said: “I just issued a project called Paris Sessions, which is about a young generation of musicians in Paris, and the show is about them, really. It is an homage.” Thus the pins on those berets reflected the lyrics of a song by Mystere written especially for this evening’s show. And it was surely some of those young musicians—with cool names that include Vickie Chérie, Leo Bear Creek, and Melody Prochet—who sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the front row. But whether he’s referencing his beloved American musical scenes or the contemporary Parisian one, the power of Slimane’s clothes is that, to those who care, they are the coolest clothes on earth”.