Tempted by the subtle touch of blue. Dark on velvet, electric on hair. Somehow artificial, fake and wrong. But yeah, sometimes I do feel the desire to become a creature of alien-esque appeal. /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
I more and more fall for the photographic genius of Karl Lagerfeld. Especially in regard of his continuation and adaption of utopian fantasies known from modern ancestors such as Fritz Lang and Thierry Mugler. Pursuing the concept of the robot woman. /HORST
Although the season has not just passed yet, it is already history in the fashion pace. But there should be time for adherence. To hold on to white structure and polygonal softness. Creatures of an ingenious goddess. /HORST