Paris is going all leather, And tribal. De mon plaisir! Do I have to feel wrong and guilty if I like that? Will I go to goa techno parties all summer? Probably not. But I will dream of it. Peut-être. /HORST
Morphine for the eyes. An unjustly underrated and unregarded piece. The world re-constituting itself. Constantly shifting. And merging its narrative levels. It's like a Jean-Paul Gaultier collection replayed as a movie. /HORST
Living in a strictly square, cold and clinical concrete box is my idea of perfect architecture. Concrete walls, concrete floors. White furniture, steel kitchen. Emptiness and some flea market findings. /HORST
Top Architecture model, Nathalie Frankowski & Cruz Garcia Bottom Exhibition display, James Castle
When two different things are exactly the same. Love. Airship. Architecture. Seriously, both images have nothing to do with each other, creations of their own. And still, one seems like the re-interpreation of the other. /HORST
Top Sloane, Peter Stichbury, 2000 Bottom Maison à Bordeaux, OMA, 2002
An image I'd like to hang in a house I'd like to own. Neo-realism and puristic construction. Blue, black and red. The face rebuilt in architecture. The suit a hill, the white shirt's collar a declining brick wall. /HORST
Top Raf Simons Fall/Winter 2010 Bottom Rietveld Schröder house
When clothing becomes architecture. And vice versa. In this case, fashion can thoroughly be entitled pure façade. Without regret or any pejorative undertone. /HORST
A mirrored scenario. With slight aberrations: Semicircular arches are replaced by strictly square glass doors. The fragment of a face substituted by an entrance construction. The mood and colours remain identical. /HORST
The best thing about Milan Fashion Week surely is the swimming trunks part. As my mission to turn into a proper Chelsea boy proceeds, I have to prepare myself for the pool and beach season. The perfect tricot briefs are pictured above, beautifully staged in a Herbert List manner. /HORST
These paintings evoke the melody of The Girl from Ipanema in my head. Resounding in a crispy tone from a portable record player at the beach. Replacing the lyrics and overall context into The Boys from Ipanema. /HORST
I can't resist my current fixation to everything art-related. And in this case, the actual result feels very fashionable. Buildings wearing white canvas and ropes. Bondage and architecture. /HORST
I have a thing for printed matter. As an indeniably logic consequence, I compiled a random selection of my favourite image/text compositions. Especially for you. /HORST