Post-medieval insanity. Albino princes in strait jackets. Which brings up the longing to bleach my hair and dress in creme and white. From head to toe. Or to hunt for a Number (N)ine archive piece. /HORST
Still in love with this collection. Especially today when temperatures hit high. Evoking the image of sweltry hot desert nights. Muscular nomads sleeping in white tents. Wearing nothing but the tattoos on their skin and lace shorts. /HORST
Everyone who feels harassed by my penetration of transparent coats of any kind is allowed to scream out loud. Now. But I had to do this. For Jasper. And for myself. And for Miuccia. /HORST
Top Gaspard Yurkievich Spring/Summer 2009 Bottom Unknown
I see two identical images. Two realities. Totally separate and still strangely alike. But most importantly, I desire both. The stockings and the artwork. /HORST
Okay, it is what Nina Garcia and Micheal Kors would have called 'costume-y' but it's Bernhard! And he masters men in tights like no other. I mean why not? /HORST
I can't deny a certain fascination and attraction to the East European rude boy aesthetic. Shaved heads, bomber jackets, XL sweaters. Camouflage shorts, tennis socks and cans of beer. It might be the notion of innocence hiding behind the militaristic façade. /HORST