People say the kinds of things about Delpozo and its architect Josep Font that are typically reserved for designers like Alexander Wang or Hood By Air — the cool kids with cult followings who evoke such hyperbole as, “I worship at the church of X,” or the late-but-not-unspoken, “I die.” But to wear Delpozo, you really do have to be a fan. The clothes are so dramatic in shape and volume and electric in color, one could argue that you have to be more steadfast in Font’s vision than you do any number of these pop (for good reason!) designers, because Delpozo is pretty weird. “Wearability” isn’t the point. You do not casually attend an event in Delpozo — you blow the doors open.
At the same time, Josep Font’s designs are marvelous. You don’t have to be sartorially brave to admire beautiful work. What’s cool about she who chooses a Delpozo dress (or in this season’s case: jumpsuit/bell sleeve top/David Bowie pants/floral gloves/cocoons and bell coats tied at the shoulders in bows) is that this woman isn’t doing it to name drop. For her, it’s not about the label. It is — as it definitely is for Josep Font, as well as anyone who admires (or worships) his work — about the art.