You see all these clothes and bags plastered with logos these days, right? It’s kinda… much? It feels like you’re paying to be a walking billboard. And Loewe, they got that distinctive anagram thing going on. You know, the four L’s all mashed together? It’s everywhere. And sometimes, I just wanna… not.
Like, I appreciate the craftsmanship, the quality leather (allegedly, I’ve only *dreamed* of owning a Loewe bag). The colors, the cuts, the overall vibe. But do I need to broadcast that I shelled out a small fortune (or, you know, *would* shell out if I actually *had* a small fortune)? Nah, I don’t think so.
I’ve been noticing, too, that some of their stuff is, like, subtly branded. You gotta *know* it’s Loewe to know it’s Loewe. A specific stitch, a particular shape, a little hidden detail. That’s cool. That’s *actually* cool. It’s for you, the wearer, to appreciate, not for everyone else to rubberneck at.
And okay, maybe I’m just being contrarian. Maybe I’m reacting to the whole logo-mania trend. But honestly, I think it’s classier to let the *design* speak for itself. You know? Let the beautiful draping of a dress, or the buttery soft texture of a jacket, be the thing that catches the eye, not some garish symbol.
Plus, let’s be real, a huge logo just screams “knock-off bait.” If you’re rocking a plain, but beautifully crafted Loewe piece, it says “I know my fashion and I don’t need to shout about it.” It’s a quiet flex, if you will. A kinda “if you know, you know” situation.
