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
Collections Maison Martin Margiela, Bernhard Willhelm, Mihara Yasuhiro, Tillmann Lauterbach, Damir Doma, Raf Simons
9 shows, 1 presentation and Marc Jacobs gloves for 3 Euros. Mon jour en chiffres. The image quality is bad as always and photoshopped to death - but the colouration sums up this season's feeling of Paris quite well. Note: fluorescent belts and black plastic trousers at Raf Simons. /HORST
Collections Julius, Walter van Beirendonck, Kris van Assche, Cerruti, Henrik Vibskov, John Galliano
Paris blackberry diary day two. Highlights include Tony Ward at the best show so far: Kris van Assche. And Russian ballet at John Galliano, reading Sophokles while waiting for the gender snow storm to start. /HORST
Collections Juun J, John Lawrence Sullivan, Jean Paul Gaultier, Smalto & Dries van Noten
Encore une fois: A first glimpse and blurry view onto the exhilarating adventures of Horst in Paris. Captured with the worst of all photographic devices. Crispy documents that will later be followed by selected reviews. /HORST
Two things I've always wanted. Ready to be discovered and picked up by me on a grey Saturday morning. Gratification for 15 Euros. And then, the rain began to fall. Isn't everything in life just a question of timing? /HORST
A perfect sunday. A day of impressions. A closer look at one certain piece of art. It made me realize: Buying sandals in winter is not more surreal than the work of Salvador Dalí. /HORST
Fingers crossed that I will sit in a plane to Stockholm this night. Actually there is two main reasons to go: Kanelbullar and shopping. Besides a beautiful city in general. This is my decent wishlist. /HORST
This weekend I enjoyed the utmost satisfying feeling to throw away stuff. Unneeded things from the cellar. Forgotten childhood memories. And I stumbled upon my teenage replica version of a Prada robot. Made of random hardware pieces. Touching. /HORST
White nurses. Plywood seating. And a plastic-stripe-butcher-cooling-room entrance. A raw purism paired with hygienic clothes and a dosage of unexpected colour to reverce everything again. Bad pictures. Beautiful collection. Worthy of all the high expectations. /HORST
Logical and consequent. Reducing the garment to a flat, non-dimensional shape. Re-using the female body as nothing but its theoretical framework. Oversized forms forced into fit. Acrylic glass window displays exceeded into jewellery. /HORST