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‘To show them in a kind of glory’: How a high-end designer celebrates working-men chic

August 20, 2018 at 1:19 PM

Menswear designer Willy Chavarria in his Brooklyn studio the day after presenting his spring 2019 collection on the runway. (Melissa Bunni Elian/for The Washington Post)

NEW YORK —The firefighters rush into the hotel lobby in full battle gear, laden with axes and oxygen canisters, but find no fire, no smoke, no nothing. The false alarm leaves a half-dozen of this city’s bravest loitering amid the velvet-covered club chairs and in the direct sightline of Willy Chavarria.

The menswear designer, perched on the edge of a leather sofa, gazes admiringly at their scarred helmets, the oversized yellow-striped coats. He eyes the elongated hem at the back of the heavy jackets where each man’s name is stamped. How had he missed that detail all these years?

Now he starts rhapsodizing about the road crew he spotted just outside the hotel. “They were wearing these super-weathered Carhartt jeans and neon safety jackets over super washed-out T-shirts,” Chavarria says.

Work wear is Chavarria’s inspiration and his passion; don’t be surprised to find versions of safety jackets or firefighter helmets in his next collection. Chavarria isn’t out to transform a pair of trousers into an avant-garde art project. Instead, he wants to elevate and celebrate what already exists. Not just the clothes, but the quietly heroic laborers, the many black and brown men, who wear them.

In part, that’s because these fellas are him — a brown-skinned man who grew up working class. His clothes are in honor of men who are misunderstood and feared, if not literally, then metaphorically. Some people are frightened of being robbed by them; others fret about the country being defined by them.

And, of course, his clothes are for the pure pleasure of fashion.

Fashion models showcase sportswear designs by Willy Chavarria during his show at Industria studios in Manhattan for Men's Fashion Week. (Melissa Bunni Elian/For The Washington Post)

He is not sure that his work qualifies as political, which, of course, it is.

An apolitical designer does not put a T-shirt with an image of Maxine Waters on the runway, nor add the word “Fighter” underneath the Democratic congresswoman from California’s face, let alone a quote from one of her more provocative speeches to his show’s soundtrack. (“If you shoot me, you better shoot straight. There’s nothing like a wounded animal.”)

“Auntie Maxinnnne,” Chavarria coos. “She’s cool because she speaks in a way that a lot of us need to speak . . . And it’s still from a place of love.”

He pauses. “I guess I am a political designer . . . I always use my shows to flash some awareness about what I think is important. A lot of people don’t know who Maxine Waters is. The model wearing it didn’t know who she was. I told him to Google. He needed to know what he was rocking.”

Chavarria, 51, has a round boyish face and close-cut hair. He wears aviator frames of ’70s vintage and has two sleeves’ worth of tattoos. He is tall and broad-shouldered, but it’s impossible to judge whether he is stocky or muscular underneath jeans and a vintage Tupac T-shirt roomy enough for a family of four. Personally and professionally, Chavarria favors a big silhouette.

Chavarria told the model to Google Rep. Maxine Waters (D-Calif.)
Chavarria’s spring 2019 collection featured upside-down flags and logos as a sign of distress. (Melissa Bunni Elian/For The Washington Post)

He produces some of the most socially engaging runway shows in New York — inspired by Chicano street culture and gay leather bars, and by “13th,” Ava DuVernay’s documentary on mass incarceration. The men who live in the shadows or on the edges are “people who are often feared, disrespected and looked down on. I wanted to show them in a kind of glory,” he says. For one of his shows, he wanted to use former gang members as models, but colleagues talked him out of it. “I wanted to . . . try to cut through the fear and hatred. We didn’t because we didn’t want to glorify MS-13.”

The three dots under the model’s eyes, Chavarria says, reference a Chicano saying, “Mi vida loca.” It’s also generically connected to a gang lifestyle. (Melissa Bunni Elian/For The Washington Post)

For spring 2019, he focused on immigrants. Have you ever seen a person in a cage? rumbled a voice on the soundtrack. “I love how people from other places enter a new world and really turn it out with their clothes,” he says. “I love how Mexicans and Chicanos will take work clothes, just plain clothes, and make it beautiful: a pressed white T-shirt, pressed khakis and a black belt. That’s high fashion.”

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His ode to immigrant style, presented in an industrial studio space in the Meatpacking District, opened with an appetizer: a diverse group of models stretching and jogging and sweating in brightly-colored soccer gear — a collaboration with the Danish sportswear label Hummel. Chavarria liked the idea of his label being stocked at Footlocker as well as an upmarket store like Barneys New York. If he’s going to be inspired by blue-collar men, he wants them to afford his clothes. All of his garments have a thumbnail-sized label that reads: “Capitalism is heartless.” Speaking to the mass market is his way of trying to make that sentiment a little less true.

Backstage at Willy Chavarria’s spring 2019 menswear show. (Melissa Bunni Elian/For The Washington Post)
The Willy Chavarria and Hummel collaboration for spring 2019. (Melissa Bunni Elian/For The Washington Post)

In choosing models for the main course, he wasn’t focused on diversity as much as destiny. He said he wanted his guys to collectively represent the “man of the future” — a brown man, according to demographic projections. For inspiration, he turned to the late 1990s, when East Coast men swaggered in Timberlands while West Coast guys looked like fireplugs in oversized everything. He luxurified it all with better fabrics, intentional silhouettes and the imprimatur of high-fashion desirability.

He took his bows in a RAICES T-shirt, highlighting Texas’s largest immigration legal services provider. When he made his exit, the back of his shirt offered this parting shot: “The kids are not alright.”

Backstage at Willy Chavarria's spring 2019 show. (Melissa Bunni Elian/For The Washington Post)
Models line up for a full dress rehearsal before the start of Willy Chavarria's spring 2019 show. (Melissa Bunni Elian/For The Washington Post)

He grew up a fashion-loving only child in Huron, an agricultural town in California’s San Joaquin Valley. “You open your front door and a head of lettuce rolls through,” he says with laugh. There wasn’t a copy of Vogue for miles.

His mother, who is of Irish descent, had grown up in a “sundown town,” where people of color were not welcome after dark. His Mexican American father hailed from a predominantly Latino neighboring city. The two would likely have remained a world apart had the civil rights movement not rolled through their communities and their two high schools consolidated into one. They were teenagers when she became pregnant, and she moved in with his family. She learned Spanish and the art of making tacos.

In Chavarria’s childhood home, three photographs held places of honor: Cesar Chavez, John F. Kennedy and the Pope. Chavarria learned what it meant to be a person of color, but he also saw white privilege up close. He knew what it felt like to be an outsider, and he knew what it meant to be on the inside fearful about who else might be trying to get in.

Chavarria grew up in a town where there wasn’t a Vogue magazine for miles. (Melissa Bunni Elian/For The Washington Post)

Over the years, Chavarria has reveled in the critical accolades and creature comforts befitting a designer of note, while sometimes expressing an ambivalence about those material delights.

It’s the morning after his menswear show. While many designers would be running late and trailing after-party fumes, Chavarria has arrived early and fresh for an interview. The designer, who can wax poetic about a tool belt, carries his essentials in a rare Hermès Birkin 45 Haut à Courroies, vintage 1998, a gift from his husband. The impressive bag, originally designed to transport riding equipment, requires its own seat. He notes with some sheepishness that it was not nearly as costly as one might think, which is to say the cost of a very nice car. But make no mistake; Chavarria adores it. He is, after all, a fashion guy.

He recently was named a semifinalist for the International Woolmark Prize, the 65-year-old competition that once honored the young Karl Lagerfeld and Yves Saint Laurent. Judges look for a balance between creativity, marketing prowess and business acumen: “Designers who have an emotional connection to customers,” says fashion consultant Malcolm Carfrae, who has sat on the panel.

Chavarria began his career in San Francisco at Joe Boxer, the 1980s brand famous for its novelty men’s underwear. He started in shipping before founder Nick Graham moved him into design. “He had this ironic sensibility, and I love irony,” says Graham. “He was a standout . . . when he came to work.”

But Chavarria often didn’t. “I was doing the club scene and staying up and not taking care of myself,” he says. Graham fired him. But he remains an admirer.

“There’s not a lot of people who go out at that level and stir the waters and confront issues in society through the medium of fashion,” Graham says. “I think taking risks, that’s what we’re supposed to do . . . What’s great about Willy is that he stands for something.”

Chavarria stopped smoking, started working out and focused himself professionally. By the mid-’90s, he was designing cycling apparel for a company on California’s central coast, then moved to Ralph Lauren when it launched RLX, a line of performance-oriented sportswear.

Willy Chavarria’s homage to his former employer, Ralph Lauren. The shorts read: “Sanctuary City Sport.” The upside down flag is shedding stars. (Melissa Bunni Elian/For The Washington Post)

He stepped into Ralph Lauren’s decorous headquarters on Madison Avenue draped in oversized Polo Sport and swagger. He says he was once reprimanded for not knowing the definition of Black Watch — a dark green and navy Scottish plaid — and was sent to the company library to research it. When his personal style evolved to tailored trousers and cashmere pullovers, he treated himself to Gucci loafers. Nice shoes, but a bad idea to buy an Italian luxury brand while working for an American one.

“I wore them to work with my [Ralph Lauren] Black Label. I’m in this meeting and I had to leave,” he recalls with a laugh.

The company was “not that welcoming to someone like me,” Chavarria says of his early days. “But by the time I left, I liked it there,” he says. “I learned about the dedication to perfection.” It was 1999 and the economy was roaring. He could experiment; he could hone a notion of an idea just to present to Lauren. Everything did not have to lead to a viable product.

Chavarria worked at American Eagle Outfitters, learning what it takes to build a mass commercial brand with a vast network of stores. He sold vintage home goods on the street in SoHo. And he opened his own bricks-and-mortar shop, the now-closed Palmer Trading Company, where buyers from Japan encouraged him to start his own line.

“Nobody does Americana like Japan,” Chavarria says. “They love the aesthetic. They were able to identify this Americana thing I was doing with Palmer Trading and how that translated into a Willy Chavarria label.”

And in Japan, customers love his oversized silhouette.

The “mood board” in Chavarria’s Brooklyn workship of images that inspired his Spring/Summer 2019 menswear line. (Melissa Bunni Elian/For The Washington Post)

Today, Chavarria lives part of the year in Copenhagen, where his husband of two years, David Ramirez, a Bronx native, is an executive at a Danish jewelry company. Copenhagen, famous for its spare aesthetic and happy-go-lucky lifestyle, has subtly affected Chavarria's work, rendering it sharper and a bit more minimalist. "It's this beautiful, fantastic place," he says. "What it lacks in cool, it makes up for in too-da-loo. Everyone is smiling. People actually [say] 'too-da-loo.' "

His company is headquartered in a modest loft with scuffed wooden floors, in Brooklyn’s Greenpoint neighborhood. It houses the showroom, the stockroom, shipping and most everything else for a company of three employees. The space smells like eau d’church, as the team lights frankincense and blesses the studio each morning. The brand’s subversive Catholicism is expressed in accessories: a cannabis crucifix charm, a Virgin Mary medallion tipped with a shank.

A designer’s mood board is a bit like a psychological road map — a patchwork of musings and emotions that somehow lead to a collection of clothes. Chavarria’s includes an old advertisement for the World Trade Center, a blonde rodeo queen in a white spangled cowboy hat and a muscular brown man laboring in a field — snippets of American culture that shaped his outlook for spring 2019.

But the photograph that matters most to him is of bedraggled refu­gee kids, one wearing a faded red Polo Sport T-shirt and dust-covered jeans. It captures so much of what informs Chavarria’s work — the story of outsiders and underdogs aspiring to something that is, like Ralph Lauren’s vision, iconically American.

But Chavarria is not marketing exclusivity. There are no yachtsmen or equestrians in his version of America. His immigrants are not deemed exceptional; they are most often tired and hungry.

He aims to make the fearsome less feared and, if not quite beloved, then at least accepted. And as the culture argues about what it means to be American and who gets to claim that distinction, Chavarria’s work extends an open invitation. The best and the least are welcome.


Robin Givhan is a staff writer and The Washington Post's fashion critic, covering fashion as a business, as a cultural institution and as pure pleasure. A 2006 Pulitzer Prize winner for criticism, Givhan has also worked at Newsweek/Daily Beast, Vogue magazine and the Detroit Free Press.

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