When reality doesn't offer what voices have been promosing, it is time to escape to the Nudist Camp. A place where former legends strip bare and hide in dark birch forrests. And they never return. /HORST
Today, I am doing what humankind has done for decades and centuries. Naturalism, nudism, exhibitionism. In contrary to the works shown above, my own examination of the subject is of narcissistic nature only. /HORST
It's about beaches and jungles, flowers and sand castles. Childhood memories, vacation traumata and global warming are melting and diffusing into each other. Just like a bar of rainbow coloured ice cream. In 2012, men wear Hawaii shirts, bermuda shorts and (hopefully) banana skirts. /HORST
Before we get physical again. Figurative abstraction. Something that looks like a beach. Or a writing in the sky. Two bodies (of work) completing each other. What would be the correspondent runway look? /HORST
1. Orangina posters by Bernard Villemot, 1972-1986 2. Prada Spring/Summer 2011 campaign
Last night's orange-themed research delivered a striking visual resemblance of Tropician heat. Or shall I say: a blood orange relationship. And blood orange juice is thicker than water. As is commonly known. /HORST
Pamela Anderson, zweitausendeins book store, Frankfurt
A perfect example for Barbie Fashion, even though there is not much fashion left. But fake boobs can be counted as accessory, right? And I do appreciate the effort that went into this look. /HORST
Beloved readers, where shall I go on beach vacation? Any recommendations, hidden places, abandoned spaces? Preferably a region where white sand and beautiful landscapes clash with the energy of a vibrant city nearby. Marc Jacobs is also very welcome to accompany me. /HORST
That's what we've all been waiting for: a naked power yoga DVD. Peter Breen might not have won our Ugly Underwear Contest but he prefers to wear nothing at all anyway. And his latest piece of work concedes his point. /HORST
These paintings evoke the melody of The Girl from Ipanema in my head. Resounding in a crispy tone from a portable record player at the beach. Replacing the lyrics and overall context into The Boys from Ipanema. /HORST