I used to love looking at the Patrick Kelly ads in magazines as a kid. With his signature overalls and upturned baseball hat, his life seemed like a never ending party. His creations, which included lots of embellished tight short mini dresses (he height of what I considered sexy dressing then) seemed like a whimsical collaboration with the world.
Huge sewn on buttons, rainbow tutus, the Eiffel Tower – is it little wonder his designs charmed the likes of Grace Jones and Isabella Rossellini as well as a nine year old fledgling fashion lover?
He breathed so much life into the world of fashion but ironically and tragically was the first celebrity I knew and admired that succumbed to AIDS. It makes me sad still to think of the out of control brilliant fun he’d be adding to fashion week if he were alive today.
The Brooklyn Museum had a retrospective of his career in 2004 but I still feel he’s a bit unsung and forgotten by the upcoming stylish youth.