Insomnia is a glamorous term for thoughts you forgot to have in the day.Alain de Botton
Written in retrospect. Time of the event: Spring 2018. Time of writing: Spring 2019. Time of posting: Spring 2020.
Originally, these were meant to be polaroids for a modeling agency I recently signed with.
A few weeks ago, in the midst of Floréal [lit. flower month or month of flowers], I had the honour of photographing Milan-based burlesque star Janet Fischietto shortly before her stay in Stuttgart ended.
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.
Turning 18 doesn’t only mark the start of officially being an adult but, in many cases, also the beginning of a new chapter in life. The next chapter.
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.
Three years ago, in summer of 2015, I set foot into a beautiful little store in Stuttgart, the city I live nearby. I remember walking past it a few times before but never scraping up the guts to actually make it over the doorstep. With it’s lavishly decorated windows, displaying the most sparkly and sophisticated jewellery I’ve ever seen — outside of Vogue — this little store had and still has the potential to make you question, whether you’re not actually standing in front of a mini-edition of Bergdorf’s, Harrods or Selfridges.
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.
One evening in London – as a matter of fact the last one of our week long stay – my friends and I were aimlessly roaming the streets of this monumental, favourite city of mine.
Back with a BANG! …and without bangs. Almost – at least – since I‘m currently growing them out. I‘m all about New Year, New Look, Old Me. The latter because 2017‘s „New Me“ didn‘t work out very well and whilst my creative fire was unleashed for the most parts of that bygone year – keeping me from studying for exams – personally, I wasn‘t satisfied with the person I had turned in.
Welcome to part 2 of the »Princess for a Day« photo series, inspired by Oscar de la Renta and Peter Lindbergh. May this editorial tickle your fancy.
Between Gatsby-vibes and Semperoper ballet.
Ladies and gentlemen: The result of me running on too little sleep, too much Matcha tea and not having an obi.
Here I’m presenting you a dress, which functioned as a costume for the play of our schools Drama Club, last summer.
Congratulations to the thirteen year old me, who messed up that dress. Not even in delirium. Chapeau!
Silk, brows &
Rock’n’Roll textile colour.