Bowie mullets, dreadlocks, angel offstages? Meet the man behind some of the most daring red carpet looks
Law Roach swipes the key card to his penthouse collection and a bit red light signals no entering. When the same concept does not happen again, he sinks slowly to the floor, phoning his assistant to inform her, wearily,” Wrong key. It’s the wrong key .” It’s been a long New York fashion week, and Roach, the most hyped notoriety stylist to operate in the US today, is tired.
This week, Roach has been dressing comedian and actor Tiffany Haddish, and it’s been the usual merry-go-round of appearances, including his first catwalk styling gig, for Chinese brand Bosideng. An interesting point, because” the designer spoke no English and I spoke no Mandarin”, Roach tells me.” But the language of style is so strong, during adjusts we would just look at one another with a’ yes’ or a’ no ‘.”
Then there have been the working party, culminating in Rihanna’s Diamond Ball, to which he wore Schiaparelli couture. Saying himself a love of vintage and “thrifty” invests, Roach today athletics a more low-key gaze: a black polyester tracksuit with 1970 s-style explosion gasps, a duet of beat-up Converse hi-tops and a quilted leather cap by Chanel. He often wears an elaborate hair weave, but today his head is shorn smooth.
Finally, the correct key arrives. Inside the collection, it looks like a pattern week bomb has gone off. Colonizing on a sofa amid racks of drapes, half-eaten sandwiches and garment bags exploding with sequins and stilettos, Roach exudes the apathetic cool of somebody who could make a bin suitcase inspect posh.” I conceive mode and vogue are two totally different things ,” he says.” You can’t teach mode. You either have it or you don’t. It has nothing to do with access. It has nothing to do with labels .”