Images and Artwork by Lisa Holzer
This, darlings, was my first collection that I launched, and my last at the same time, and is therefore a great example for the kind of underachiever that I am. Unfortunately, Barneys had to find that out when they wanted to place an order.
This, darlings, was my first collection that I launched, and my last at the same time, and is therefore a great example for the kind of underachiever that I am. Unfortunately, Barneys had to find that out when they wanted to place an order.
Self Service Magazine, #11, F/W 1999
It happened in 1999, I had found some wonderful fabrics and laces, and decided to turn them into a small collection. I guess I had been more than inspired by other designers, which would make me a great member of the design team at Zara, had they ever had the chance to see it.
I named the darn thing "Sweet Apocalypse" (oh, the irony!), put together a little portfolio, sent it to some magazines that I liked, and got good press, which just proves that the fashion system was in constant search of something new, no matter the quality. Obviously, people had much more money back then.
And then Barneys called and wanted to place an order with me. Unfortunately, for me, not them, they reached me in the middle of a break-up from someone who I would like to call He Who Must Not Be Named. Sobbing and sniveling I told them that I just got my heart broken, and would under no circumstances be able to care about production, they could call me in a few months when I would feel better, bye. Anyone surprised that they never did? (I was..)
And that, darlings, is the reason why Pierre Bergé called Hedi Slimane instead of me, who in turn ruined the House of Yves Saint Laurent for years to come. It´s true. So sad.
I named the darn thing "Sweet Apocalypse" (oh, the irony!), put together a little portfolio, sent it to some magazines that I liked, and got good press, which just proves that the fashion system was in constant search of something new, no matter the quality. Obviously, people had much more money back then.
And then Barneys called and wanted to place an order with me. Unfortunately, for me, not them, they reached me in the middle of a break-up from someone who I would like to call He Who Must Not Be Named. Sobbing and sniveling I told them that I just got my heart broken, and would under no circumstances be able to care about production, they could call me in a few months when I would feel better, bye. Anyone surprised that they never did? (I was..)
And that, darlings, is the reason why Pierre Bergé called Hedi Slimane instead of me, who in turn ruined the House of Yves Saint Laurent for years to come. It´s true. So sad.
Left: Dutch Magazine #22, 1999. Right: Libération #06, 1999.
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