“We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold.” Thus begins Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, gonzo maestro Hunter S. Thompson’s ever-entertaining account of how not to be a reliable journalist, and the source material for this evening’s almost-as-diverting House of Holland show. Strictly, Holland was inspired by the labor-of-love Johnny Depp flick from 1998. So the sometimes jeweled, sometimes embroidered insects that oozed down his clothes were approximations of the hallucinatory special effects mustered for that production, while the bulging ostrich feather shoes and appliqués were nods to the abysmal ’70s motel decor Depp’s Thompson bugged out on in the movie.
The first look featured a crazily patched field jacket on a model styled to approximate Thompson himself, and the bucket hats that ran through the collection were more hat-tips to the reprobate author. Head-fry colorful cactus-print shirtdresses, nerd-chic pulled-high sports socks, queasy abstract jacquards and you-really-shouldn’t-mix-those color combinations including lime green and orange added to the maximalist overdose. Thompson and Holland, although separated by decades and disciplines, made for intoxicating bedfellows. Written by Luke Leitch for Vogue.com