Checking in With a Post-Show Patrick Rzepski
By Johnny Misheff
Patrik Rzepski, who is one of our PAPERMAG Fashion Week Guest Bloggers, is a 26-year-old designer who's not sure when he started designing, but knows that if he weren't doing it, he'd be happy teaching art at an elementary school. The Hartford, CT native, who "always had [his] eyes on New York" is clearly an artist. His delicate new collection is inspired by the yearning women of the Zion Ranch in Texas. I asked him a few questions after his show yesterday, and here are some snippets:
Excellent show. This collection is trés sophisticated! Can you talk a bit more about the these yearning women and how they affected your line?
It was based on both the way we see them and the way they see us... who's the outsider? [They use] a lot of old techniques and structuring [for their uniforms] and from there we slowly stripped it down to what was hopefully a very clean form.
Clean indeed. Your work is really well crafted. It seems like you've been doing this for years! Have you always wanted this for yourself?
Growing up, I wanted to be a stunt man on movies, or a designer.
What gets you going?
A good cup of coffee, a pencil and a blank pad of paper in front of me.
Do you have a favorite designer?
I think Elsa Schiaparelli was brilliant.
What's your ultimate goal?
To be well rested and to keep on keepin' on.
Cheers to that. And again, great show!!!
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