During lockdown, Rick Owens found the world slowing around him. Beneath the trees, he returned to books, drawings and objects once left for later. On the roof, beehives continued their quiet work. Beyond the terrace, newly hatched ducklings appeared in the neighboring garden.
In that suspended time, Owens considered fragility, gratitude and the responsibility of creating beauty while the world remained uncertain.
MONTROSE
When the world went indoors, what happened inside your own days?
RICK
We were fortunate to have the comfort of space and a small piece of the outdoors. We spent our days beneath the trees, reading, absorbing and learning about things we had previously put aside for later.
I read Edmund White, pored over Joseph Beuys’ drawings and studied Pierre Legrain’s work for Jacques Doucet, as well as Doucet’s patronage of Rousseau, Picasso, Eileen Gray and Georges Hoentschel.
I researched anthroposophical furniture. We gardened, played with the cats and followed the progress of the beehives on our roof and the newly hatched ducklings in the gardens beyond our terrace.
I listened carefully to the final acts of Richard Strauss’ Elektra and Salome. Under the circumstances, they took on a special significance—stories of misguided urgency culminating in a transcendent peak of glory before extinction.
MONTROSE
What do you think we carry away from an experience like this?
RICK
When you consider all the contention and disharmony in the world—and everything that could go wrong ecologically—it feels miraculous that we were spared a crisis like this for so long.
Life is made of cycles, death and rebirth. Doing our best in the face of that fragility is the meaning and glory of life: doing our best while we can.
We will emerge from this with a lesson in humility and responsibility. That is the silver lining.
MONTROSE
How did that suspended time alter the way you saw the world?
RICK
My memory will be that, in the face of a threat, we were given a moment to feel profound gratitude.
It made me think of those Bouguereau paintings sitting alone in the Louvre—nymphs brushing their hair beneath trees in a glade while composing poetry in their minds.
I felt we were creating our own version of that: time suspended, absorbed in the appreciation of beauty.
MONTROSE
What can fashion offer when the world feels fragile?
RICK
The pleasure of grace and beauty is one of life’s greatest rewards, and some people can provide that better than others. I have been allowed to become an aesthetic voice, so I feel a responsibility to bring that to the table.
I always hesitate to call fashion art. But as fashion becomes increasingly saturated and competitive, standing apart requires another level—one that presses many of the same buttons as art.
There is a quote often attributed to Winston Churchill. When asked to cut arts funding in favor of the war effort, he supposedly replied, “Then what are we fighting for?” The attribution was later exposed as a fabrication, but isn’t it compelling? Doesn’t it sound exactly right?
Hun—Michèle Lamy—has used that phrase as her leitmotif for years: “What are we fighting for?” I always joke with her, “Why do we have to fight at all?”
But I understand her point. We must decide what our priorities are and take a position.
MONTROSE
Is fashion an escape—or a rehearsal for who we hope to become?
RICK
Fashion can offer escapism, but I have always been more interested in its aspirational side: presenting the person you hope eventually to become.
The way you choose to present yourself can communicate character. It can signal modesty, respect for others or a sense of order. Fashion can quietly reveal an entire system of values before you open your mouth.
That is the direction of fashion that has always interested me, and I suspect there will always be a place for it.