Medusa's snakes have chosen me. An eternal spell engraved onto my skin. Tattooed by a thin frayed layer of organza. The prophecy of our precedent prequel has fulfilled itself. And I devote myself. /HORST
Facing the condemned and seemingly unaesthetic. The ugly and hated. To finally establish a version of beauty and fascination that is constituted of one's very own fears and preconceptions. /HORST
1. Versace campaign, 1990s 2. Head of Medusa, Peter Paul Rubens 1618
The Medusa head as an iconographic legend of both ancient and modern history. A supernatural, crude and mesmerizing symbol associated with immortal myth and contemporary consumerism. /HORST
It's mine. It's tacky. It has snakes on it. It's definitely borderline. Yes, it's actually kitsch. But it's Raf. And it's mine. Mine. Mine! How nice it feels, this fulfilled shopping enthusiasm. /HORST
The infamous transparent printed Raf Simons snake top paired with massive motocross boots. If I could just lay my hands on these precious items of unspent masculinity. /HORST
Always been a connoisseur of the Raf aesthetics although I have to admit of not finding access to his latest creations. The details and snake symbolism seem reasoned but leave me with venomous indifference. /HORST