Having designed this dress about a year ago, I only recently got what I think is it’s real meaning and also the aesthetic foundation for the accompanying editorial. During a similar time frame I concerned myself with Alexander McQueen’s works for the first time and still am blown away by the incredible legacy he’s left behind.
This is the story of a dress. A dress I made way back in 2015 for our Drama Club’s play “Das Traumbuch” (engl.: “The Book of Dreams”). The character it accompanied was called Bandras, the evil sister of Lenaia — her good-willed antagonist. A villain literally causing nightmares as she travels through innocent people’s dreams, destroying anything positive crossing her way.
This is my – one and only – all white look I submitted to the crispy clean gallery of the Parsons x Teen Vogue program that I enrolled to last summer. As someone who constantly drops food (not intentionally, I’m not a monster) white clothing doesn’t really pay off, which is why roughly 80% of my wardrobe has shifted into a black abyss focusing rather on the variety of shapes and textures.
In between loads and loads of exams (because festive season isn’t stressful enough as is) I finally came around to sit down in front of my beloved, dying laptop to give you and my future self a little update.
Why it took me four months to sew a giant ribbon onto two layers of fabric? Read on.
As I was recently trying on outfits I couldshoot for a Laryconic editorial, I discovered how uncomfortable wearing clothes the ‘fashion-magazine’-kinda – only halfway dressed – way could be. Plus: Badass eyeshadow game and pointless Lary-banter.
»All yellowed out«. A phrase, once mentioned in one of the comments by a reader, whose comments and opinions I really appreciate, since they always seem to be so unique and carefully crafted, not just the common »Amazing!«. Since the day I read that comment, about a year ago, I couldn’t get it out of my head.
»It’s virtually alive and of indefinable size.«
That’s what I told my best friend when she asked me about the birthday gift I’m going to get her.
Here I’m presenting you a dress, which functioned as a costume for the play of our schools Drama Club, last summer.
Since I have spent this year’s Easter holidays with two friends in Paris, I have been even more intrigued by classical architecture, paintings and sculptures.
Awareness is one big step.
What I love about ideas is the briefness, with which they come into being.
Congratulations to the thirteen year old me, who messed up that dress. Not even in delirium. Chapeau!
Feel free to argue.
They say home is where your heart is.
And mine is wrapped up in a New York-dress…
Silk, brows &
Rock’n’Roll textile colour.
This is Laryconic.com. This is me.