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
This spread is proof that a man only needs two things and one colour. Maison Martin Margiela, Helmut Lang and blue. Period. House down. Exclamation mark. /HORST
Nudity. In a figurative sense. And maybe the best Preen collection ever. Admittedly quite Helmut-esque. As it becomes manifest in the use of bandages, straps and suspenders. /HORST
Rude boys have a tender heart. Bomber jacket, bondage jeans, steel-toed leather boots - as hard the outer layers appear, as insistent the garments reflect a dispiteous character, they still can't cover the fact that their wearer cries at night. /HORST
I can't resist my current fixation to everything art-related. And in this case, the actual result feels very fashionable. Buildings wearing white canvas and ropes. Bondage and architecture. /HORST
Mythology and male anatomy. His works inherit a Japanese momentum, this very notion of directness hidden behind surreal expression. The explicit, masochistic and sexual seemingly tolerated when stylised. And almost like a gay artist's tradition, Sadao Hasegawa committed suicide following the example of Mishima Yukio and leaving behind works of undaunted kitsch. /HORST