David Hockney’s philosophy on art appears to be perfectly manifesting itself in his personal style above. In his younger days, there was this cool juxtaposition between the artsy-fartsy, graphic form of the harsh, black-framed glasses and Warhol-ian mop-top, mixed with his rumpled, old school ease from the neck down– prepster rugby shirt, chinos and battered tennis shoes. Style– Just take what you want, don’t let it trap you.
