I've moved on...
...to a different domain. Why, what were you thinking? The truth is, I just woke up one day and decided it's time for a change—a metamorphosis, if you will; or, in layman's terms, if Britney can shave her head, then maybe so can I? Nevertheless, it's been a rather handsome 10 years of talking to you, and thank you for putting up with all my moodswings and terrible dad jokes. Fear not! The hormonal imbalance and jokes are more terrible on CUBICLE, see you there.

Agata Wojtkiewicz

Joanna Klimas

Paprocki & Brzozowski show & backstage

Polish Fashion Week; Łódź Fashion Philosophy; Official page, Facebook; Vienna International Hotels Blog

From the high ceilings of Andel’s loft suites to floating silk grazing the polished catwalk, my Łódź (Wuudge) Fashion Week experience couldn’t translate better into anything other than a light spring breeze. Oskar shepherded us to formidable seats at each show, the collections melted in the mouth, and if you can believe it, every single pair of heels fit the models’ feet. I feel that some international press members have been slightly too critical on the design & organization and too proudly sat on their high horses, and as much as I may be on my own high horse (donkey on platforms, for what authority do I have) making such remark, Łódź you please cut some slack for a young city? Sure, the theatre aspect is still yet to drop anchor, but the essence of fashion shows, the wearables, was undeniably strong. If the event has one anchor it’d be the fact that all designers have accessible ateliers that stock each piece without absurd pricetags dipped in inflated egos (save for a few). Talk about down to earth.

(Some may remember Joanna Klimas from back in October when I visited her Atelier)

Joanna Klimas Atelier Warsaw on ul. Nowolipki 2, last 4 from her lookbook

While in exile in Warsaw for the past week, I decided to take up on Polish designer Joanna Klimas‘ invitation to drop by her atelier. Everyone’s all WHAT EXILE!? Not literally, they didn’t shove me on a boat. Apparently it looks like I need to be reminded every now and then that, despite the fact that I spent my entire life in Europe, my technical anchor is in South Korea, therefore I must float around (My carbon footprint the size of an obese dinosaur). So when I go home to Warsaw, my passport gets a ‘tourist’ stamp. They really should include a complimentary ticket of a tourbus around my house.
Enough visa moaning, I must’ve told the story about 21 times the past week. The current problem is not as simple as it sounds, but as long as I get to leave and return on my own terms, it’s fine, right? BUT THE ONLY VISA I WANT TO DEAL WITH IS THE MAGIC PLASTIC CARD TYPE.

The atelier of Joanna Klimas was a collection of spaces: The studio, showroom, a small café and a small personal library. Her latest collection, inspired by aesthetics of Polish folk art was mostly unavailable, but her classic line carried a similar sense of tasteful quirkiness and twists. I also wouldn’t mind driving 40 minutes to the atelier to have a cuppa on the frosted glass-floored upper level…

Thank you Gregorz for showing me around!