"I kept thinking of the last days of summer this season. Just when it ends. Every day was fun to wake up, and was spent in the sun.
Sun, sun-faded clothes, hues that fade and blur like when you fall asleep in broad daylight, at the sea. You wake up, and they are all distorted.
Bare chest and denim.
I am listening to Crystal Castles’ “Crystal Castle II” while I jolt down these seemingly random notes, in the early morning, the show a few hours away. “Rumors” by Fleetwood Mac was the record of those summers. One of my favorites. My mom used to play it every morning. What a compelling aural combination, sounds lost and found.
A soft and tender feeling: love or friendship? I don’t know.
Lace is tender. Skin is soft.
This collection came out of this bundle of thoughts and emotions. I let them flow as they came along, one thing found, another lost. There is lace and there denim, and knit that flies like feathers. There is an elongation and a slouchiness, and the suppleness of tailoring. There are the infinite ways of a neckerchief. The long flow of a robe, the urge of self decoration, the poignant absent-mindedness: every day it is fun to wake up, and get dressed, or undressed.
I never put a bandana on my head back then, but I still like the look of a young Mike Muir. My jeans, instead, were constantly ripped and my grandma kept patching them up.
Indefiniteness is what I am after. An ambiguity of dressing, being and behaving that allows the freedom to be as one wants, boundlessly, like those summer days, and the endless possibilities they enticed. Rawness and delicacy: an unfiltered translation of this sentiment. Words can hardly catch it, but they sure turn it into a
promise.
Ann Demeulemeester, to me, is a mindscape that asks to be built piece by piece: adding, taking away, weaving personal feelings and autobiography into the process, finding and losing, losing and finding.
Let me dream a bit more." - Stefano Gallici