Strait jackets and tongue piercings. Lace front pants and leather gloves. The inventory of a decade that lasts longer than just ten years. Once again recalling the legacy of a master who has found his retreat on a chicken farm. /HORST
A man in lederhosen is ideally accompanied by a woman in Marios Schwab. His Austrain heart establishing the post-modernist dirndl. The geared-up maid satisfying our SM fantasies. /HORST
The one collection that evoked strongest inner excitement. Tailoring with triangular collar detail, latex gloves and shirts with elongated backs. Accompanied by the cracking soundtrack of open fire. /HORST
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