Two ways of pleasing your surrounding during the upcoming, celebratory days. It all depends on where, when and who you are spending your time with. In any case, let me know on what you decided. /HORST
My German heart feels pleased when memories of the dirndl appear. As abstract garment sculptures, laced leather versions, sexualized negligée dresses, hyper-embellished folklore costumes. /HORST
An earnest option for the biologically male who likes Givenchy Haute Couture. I'm tempted by the idea of incorporating the crystallized organza suit to my daily homewear wardrobe. /HORST
Since I moved to the red light district, the artworks of David Salle felt rather appropriate. The compositions shown reflect a current state of mind. Striptease and runway presentations synchronized in split screen manner. Things happen simultaneously. /HORST
Four stitches, cross lacing and a pin. Manual techniques that emphasize the craft, the detail and the production process. Carefully leading one's view to the centrepiece, a polished black crystal. /HORST
Oh wait, the studded shirt has already come back. Resurrected by the hands of Riccardo Tisci. Enhanced, enriched and enlarged by the embellished Minotaur nose ring. Anyways, I still want the Prada! /HORST
Unexpectedly it finally happened: I like Chanel. The luxurious, overboard, baroque, all-over embellished and jewelized. The twin-set becomes a trinket. Ich habe es nicht erwartet. /HORST
There it is again: My surrender to D&G. Hidden in a dark corner of my mind. Barbie Fashion for men. Ken Fashion so to speak. Maybe we all want to be a bit of Ken? Except one particular detail of his anatomy. /HORST
Shock. Bewilderment. A calculated reaction, so it seems. And the Dalston pound shop aesthetic doubtlessly succeeds. Denying any hopes, dreams and prejudices one may have projected onto the young design duo. But once having a closer look, the collection reveals its poignancy. Perfectly documenting the essence of London and its omnipresent mood. A walk down Hackney Road and suddenly everything makes very much sense. /HORST