Might we start this article by declaring that, though Kristen Stewart is a Chanel model, and a very elegant one at that, she always seems a lot more comfortable in her off-duty wear. We remember, sadly, the days where she would totter along a red carpet, wincing at the camera, before changing into Converse and plodding off comfortably into the night. And we felt for her. It’s not that heels are some awful imposition of evil. It's just, a lot of the time, it looked as if Kristen really hadn’t chosen to wear those heels.
Now Kristen is working behind the camera, there’s a little less pomp to the ceremony of her screenings. At the showing of her directorial debut Come Swim at New York’s MoMA art gallery, she did butch chic proud. She wore a white vest and white jeans, a black leather jacket, an Oakland Raiders football cap, and two padlock necklaces. Enterprising use of a shoe lace in lieu of a belt lent her the sophisticated air of an ancient and important scroll of scripture. But the real star were her feet. Her socks, to be precise.
Encased in flats - all-black lace-up Vans - the thick white socks were definitely a matching pair, because the left foot read ‘MOTHER’ and the right foot read ‘FUCKER’. Nevermind that it means that, if you were facing Kristen, it would read, from left to right, ‘FUCKER MOTHER’, because at one point during the introductory talk at her film, she crossed her legs, and the true crude phrase made sense again.
If having those socks wasn’t remarkable enough, then maybe it’s remarkable that Kristen was wearing the very same ones earlier that day. Pictured out and about with her girlfriend, Victoria’s Secret model Stella Maxwell, she was in a grey T-shirt, black overtly ripped jeans, all-white Adidas shell-toes and…dun dun duuuuuuuun. The same socks!
Sure, dressing up can be lovely, and there’s no doubt that Kristen’s ‘I’ve just thrown this together, whatever, dude’ look takes more crafting than it seems. But a Hollywood actress attending a film screening, as a director (who are infamously only celebrated, paid and elevated when they’re male) wearing intensely comfortable-looking clothes after years of looking so utterly repulsed by haute couture is a great, sweaty-socked step in the right direction. Fucker Mother indeed.
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This article originally appeared on The Debrief.