Hi, I’m Rick Owens. [MUSIC PLAYING] Probably, my all-time favorite is Michael Heizer’s “Double Negative,” because he took the status of art outside of the gallery, and he placed it so far away that there’s almost an arrogance that you have to go find it. I tried to go there one time, but we got lost in the desert because the road to get to it is so impossible. So we had to rent a helicopter to fly over it. That was the closest I ever got to “Double Negative.” I sense a lot of testosterone and ego. There was something a little bit more sincere about it to me, something about becoming one with your environment in such a primal, primitive, huge, grand, explosive way. I feel that every time I go swimming in a sea or an ocean, I feel like I’m having intercourse with the world, which makes me feel insignificant in the best way. I identify with the sense of expressive bombast. But I feel that what I’m doing is a very gentle proposal to reconsider good taste or the standards of conventional beauty, which can be very, very rigid.