Just Hair

Charlie Le Mindu sent his models down a London runway completely naked. The girls looked like they wanted to evaporate. The crowd was entertained. He looked pleased with himself. Can’t really fault the logic—he’s a 24-year-old French hairdresser who decided to be a fashion designer, which means he makes wigs and hats and hair pieces, not clothes. So sending women out there with nothing but his hair work kind of makes sense.

He’s already in the system. Lady Gaga wore his pieces. He tours with Peaches. He makes hats obsessively. The kind of person who doesn’t operate by normal rules. So when fashion week came around, why pretend he makes clothes? He doesn’t. The show was his wigs, his hats, his obsession with hair, just on naked bodies.

I could have become a fashion designer, spent decades designing things that show off the female body, sent them down runways, sold the whole image. Instead I’m here. But Le Mindu just went for it. No apologies, no artist statement about reclaiming the body or challenging beauty standards. Just I make hair things, here are naked models wearing hair things.

The feminists can say what they want. The models are probably fine—anyone working that level of fashion has seen worse, done worse, been through worse. The whole industry runs on drugs and backstage sex anyway. Walking around naked is not the shocking part of their day.

But he committed to the idea completely, and I respect that. Most designers would soften it, find a way to make it palatable. He just did it. Sent them out naked. That’s the show. More of this wouldn’t hurt anyone.