Kanye West's style evolution during the last couple of years (click on the above image to see it bigger).
From right (oldest) to left (up-to-date):
1: “Louis Vuitton Don” phase, when he decided it was high time to step his fashion game up.
2: “I wear Women shirt” phase, when he decided wearing Céline design, even from the women line, was being avant-gardist
3 to 5: “All black Givenchy everything” phase, when he managed to get acquainted with Riccardo Tisci, the designer himself being inspired by rap, dark side of the force and religion at the time.
6 & 7: Are we entering an “All white 3.1 Phillip Lim" phase? Kanye West was in head-to-toe white for BET Awards yesterday and we still don’t know if it was some irony trick since it’s an “all black” event (B.E.T standing for Black Entertainment Television). Wait and see…
That Louis Vuitton movie explains all the reasons why I identify myself with Los Angeles, my favorite city ever, chosen by the greatest, even from the fashion world, to live in.
From the hill, suspended above the starry skyline, L.A. appeared to me as a whole.
He’s a lonely and secretive player, blazing and unrefined, dedicating himself to his dreams – and incidentally ours – with a disconcerting ease.
He has the nerve and imagination of one who has nothing to lose, always walking a tightrope. His weaknesses are concealed.
Untouched by criticism, L.A. works in faith and finds his way to a new era, the one he imagines being his own future. The burning ease of his achievements has something of prodigality and childishness. Each scene of his life is the most important. L.A. is fated to be young forever, eternal. He walks through the night, striding along, indolent while unrestrained, with the style of a gifted kid.
In my mind a far-fetched idea is growing slowly: it seems L.A. gave me this blind confidence to turn things into art, without ever looking back. L.A. drove me where I have never been before.