1. Karim Sadli 2. Dior Homme Spring/Summer 2011 Backstage
It has only been lately that I've realized the beauty of a male torso's side. A view that is rarely being shared or descried. Therefore, I kindly solicit its more frequent appearance. /HORST
Slitted eyes. Slitted wrists. Slitted knit. The side of a man's torso revealed. Bare shoulders, uncovered skin. Soft lines accentuating the principles of human construction. /HORST
A rather unknown and intense side. A different école des beaux arts. Yves Saint Laurent did not only draw draped dresses, le smoking or slender mannequins. His oeuvre includes the oriental wallah. /HORST
Praise this woman. There is a masochistic sensuality to the pieces. Pierced throats. Wet look dresses. Trompe l'œil fantasies in 3D. If I had to name a head designer for my surreal womanswear line, it'll be her. /HORST
The smell of medical latex gloves. Manipulated cloth and paper pieces. Dyed, dipped, painted fabrics. Neglectfully mounted onto walls. Evoking the sensuality and poetry of fortuitousness. /HORST
Two households, both alike in dignity. In fair Paris, where we lay our scene. From ancient grudge break to new mutiny. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes. A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life. /HORST
Comparatively little attention has been paid to Andy Warhol's minute drawings. Pure portraits with a great sense for reduction. No need for pop colour schemes and endless repetition. Just the beauty of simplicity. /HORST