A rather unknown and intense side. A different école des beaux arts. Yves Saint Laurent did not only draw draped dresses, le smoking or slender mannequins. His oeuvre includes the oriental wallah. /HORST
Praise this woman. There is a masochistic sensuality to the pieces. Pierced throats. Wet look dresses. Trompe l'œil fantasies in 3D. If I had to name a head designer for my surreal womanswear line, it'll be her. /HORST
The smell of medical latex gloves. Manipulated cloth and paper pieces. Dyed, dipped, painted fabrics. Neglectfully mounted onto walls. Evoking the sensuality and poetry of fortuitousness. /HORST
Two households, both alike in dignity. In fair Paris, where we lay our scene. From ancient grudge break to new mutiny. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes. A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life. /HORST
Comparatively little attention has been paid to Andy Warhol's minute drawings. Pure portraits with a great sense for reduction. No need for pop colour schemes and endless repetition. Just the beauty of simplicity. /HORST
Top Yves Saint Laurent Fall/Winter 2010 Bottom Fletcher Cowan for Tank Magazine
Men in grey wool jumpsuits. Preferably combined with a fitted jacket. Men in thermals. Preferably all-in-one longjohns. The scenario of my oneiric financial district. The new version of a business man. /HORST
It seems I may have discovered my adoration for crinkled objects. Evolving an image from the obvious to the mysterious. Every kink an additional layer of construction and composition. /HORST
It's 1st of August, time for some cold showers. There is nothing more seductive and cliché than a soaking wet white T-shirt. Boys and girls, send us your moisty photos and let's elect the dripping winner. Undies are also allowed, everything is allowed. Deadline is 15th of August. /HORST
Variations of nothing but purity. Each look cleary communicates its uniqueness and aesthetic intention. No need for hidden meaning or pretentious references. /HORST
"When you call my name its like a little prayer Im down on my knees, I wanna take you there In the midnight hour I can feel your power Just like a prayer you know Ill take you there" /HORST