Going to the flea market on Saturday mornings is a long-lived tradition. This time, I found a rare 1972 edition of a Picasso catalogue with seperate images individually applied onto the pages. The haute couture of art books so to speak. /HORST
1. Sean Connery: nude, tattoos, tribal 2. John Lennon: paisley, hippie, flare 3. Robert Redford: corduroy, brown, orange
Tonight is the night. And as the creations of Miuccia Prada are unpredictable, I've challenged myself to do a Prada Fall/Winter 2011 forecast. An illogical suspicion of things that shouldn't belong together. It's a surreal dream. /HORST
In love. From the very first second. Social criticism emerging from a Trojan horse known as surrealism. Masters and slaves. Destruction and self-destruction. Incredible imagery. And finally: Useful lessons in keeping a pet... /HORST
The time has come. I've always denied it and never ascribed any relevance to it. But given this collection I am ready for men in bootcut. Maybe I will still never wear them myself but maybe I was just afraid of it for nothing. And you? /HORST
Career, yes, but not at any price. Céline successively defined a new kind of woman, the Gentlewoman. A process of such genuinity that no one has really noticed 40 years passing. What date do we have? /HORST