Kitsch is when our feet touch wet green grass. And golden raspberries sparkle in the sky. Kitsch admits the happy yeah. Rich, lavish and pointless. Loud at first sight, quietly prompting surreal truths to your mind. /HORST
Earlier today, the infamous Maison fulfilled a Horst prophecy and presented transparent suits and plastic raincoats. Besides, the post-baroque Hotel Maison Champs Elysées delivered the backdrop for brutalist motorcycle jackets and tape-draped evening dresses. /HORST
Who knew the house of Valentino still does nice menswear? Pearl necklaces and cow hide jackets replaced by fur lined cardigans and utterly adorable leather brogues. Let them have it! /HORST
Tull, lamé and cone bras. Baroque feminity paired with harsh and slighty imperfect structures. The soft and pretty threatened by chaos and misplaced lines. The princess is the evil. /HORST