Loving Darth – an intimate relationship with the Dark Lord

I’ve been meaning to make a confession for a long time. I am in love with Darth Vader. Which is weird not only because I have never seen Star Wars, not one single episode. I really don’t care about the story, that princess, even though Natalie Portman looked pretty in that movie (I saw images) or Luke or whatever his name is. I dig the Darth. I like his darkness, his crazy cool costume, his breatlessness. And the fact that his emotional set-up resembles a Clown. Now don’t get me wrong, Clowns creep the fuck out of me since I read King’s IT when I was about 12, but I can relate to their ambiguity. They are funny on the outside and sad on the inside, smiling widely with a warped tint. This is what the Dark Lord is to me.

In my amateur belief, he’s esentially a good guy and when he was born, he had his morals right in place. But then things happened, shit hit the fan. The big bad star-world made Darth get sidetracked and he started to believe in force and power and killing and revenge. Poor Darth. But to be honest, and since I will never meet him to verify my impression on his character, mainly I care for his outfit. Rarely have we seen such timeless elegance in a costume that is not only recognized by pretty much anyone in the modern world, made Lego build figurines,  but also stands for mistery and father issues. So many people have used it as an inspiration, just look at Daft Punks outfits, Gareth Pugh’s fashion or the bad guys outfits in modern Sci-Fi movies. Darth is the godfather of cool helmets, just like Karl Lagerfeld is the godfather of black shades. Darth is fashion history.
Here is my tribute to a great character and his even greater style. In pictures.