Clothes-minded: Fashion trumps skating at men's Olympic event
The men's figure skating in Vancouver became a remarkable fashion event, in some ways overshadowing the Paris couture and the ready-to-wear shows last week in New York. Never, outside of the Ballets Trockadero, have athletic males dressed wilder, crazier or with more operatic glitz to perform their pirouettes and feats of gold. Apollo in Feathers was suddenly vastly more interesting than Venus in Furs.
Each time a man stepped onto the ice a kind of fashion history was being made, not always in the positive sense. From
Several men seemed to be vying for the legendary status of the
Some of the men's costumes, of course, were tacky almost beyond belief: Italian skater
These fashion crimes were so international that it would not be enough to call the Fashion Police. One would have to contact Interpol.
And everywhere you looked there were feathers -- as trims on sleeves and cuffs, as shoulder details, as adornment for the hands.
After watching the male skaters compete in their tight-fitting sequined and feathered costumes, ex-Spice Girl
Actually, it would have been more provocative for her to say that she wields them. In any case, since the scoring of figure skating has become incredibly arcane, with technical factors outweighing style points, the male skaters seemed to be obsessed with expressing themselves on ice. They were all aflutter, like birds.
Some outfits were beautifully rendered, for example, Lysacek's short-program feathered black suit, like a cocktail dress by Badgley-Mischka, perfectly fitted and adorned, in a sort of understated, but over-the-top-for-a-man kind of way. A skater of exceptional poise and grace, Lysacek in his black body suit, feathered gloves, black vampire hair and dark, man-tan visage seemed like an elegant raven. The clothes, which obviously had to have been hand made, were in the tradition of ballet and opera costume, not to mention the haute couture.
For the silver medalist,
There is something amusing about the words "beaded bolero," in any context. When such a garment is worn by a man other than your server at the Russian Tea Room or a lion tamer at a Las Vegas hotel, the comic effect is multiplied.
Weir's eerie style no doubt delighted millions of "emo" kids all over the globe. But