Spring / Summer 2026 Rick Owens show in Paris review by mavEric

Rick will always be Rick. And that’s also why we’ll always love him. Not because he is decadent or poetically chaotic, but because he has remained true and aligned with his choices, never once straying from them since the beginning. And that is remarkable.
For Temple, his Spring-Summer 2026 collection, there was something solemn and liturgical. The models — diving into the fountain at the Palais de Tokyo — like a ritual of purification washing the world of its vulgarity, formed a succession of hybrid and brutalist officiants.
Soft boots, black leathers like mourning inks, trousers cut with calculated disorder — masculinity collapses with grace to give way to a transcendence that is neither strictly queer nor binary, but one we might call post-human.
Owensian monochrome does not mean simplicity, but radicality. His silhouettes are ex-votos for unruly souls, icons of a future yet to be invented.
In this temple of symphonic chaos, Rick reigns as the Master of ceremonies, breathing into his disciples his mystical imprint and subversive power: that of rewriting social codes and aesthetic norms through brutal elegance.

Photos by Eseniya Araslanova