Plug us in, please
A few weeks ago, I was in my Paris hotel room after a long day of menswear shows, when there was a knock at the door. I opened it, and the porter handed me a white padded envelope with my name on. I tore it open and turned it upside down – out fell a black mobile phone, which immediately started ringing. No, it wasn’t Morpheus, patriarch of The Matrix, calling to urge me to jump out of a window to escape the arrival of identical suit-wearing agents (as he does to protagonist Neo in one of the 1999 film’s pivotal scenes), but a text from a brand inviting me to their show the next day.
I don’t know whether the nod to the Wachowski sisters’ film was intentional, but The Matrix had been on my mind for a while – only a few weeks earlier, I’d invited myself over to a friend’s house to watch it super-sized on his projector. I’d then had my dark hair cut short, parted to the side, and started slicking it with gel, with Trinity’s signature crop very firmly in mind. I finally got around to replacing the button on the leather trousers I’ve had in my wardrobe for years, and started trawling eBay for PVC.
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Source: DAZED