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 changeā€”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.

Left: Dimitris THEOcharidis; Right: Jenny (Jena) Holmes

Without doubt, my two favourite pieces (?) from the JENA.THEO press day collection, the very first I noticed – were the DESIGNERS – sitting gob smack in the middle of the showroom minding their own business. Now, I’m pretty sure designers usually stand behind what looks like a harmless mirror and analyze each face twitching of press day visitors, but with Jenny Holmes and Dimitris Theocharidis there was to be none of that. I must say, it was positively refreshing to be able to talk to the designers without needing that backstage pass or appointment. It was as if a layer of presumptuous elitism behind the invisible hierarchy of the fashion industry had been cleared and made way for a more hearty, artist-appreciating atmosphere.

You might remember the collection from my exhaustion-ridden coverage during fashion week; I hadn’t written much but the catwalk photos had communicated a lot of the clothes to be quite light. On lifting some personally during my visit, they were definitely AW worthy heavy; so apparently it’d been the sheer weight of the fabric that had produced such a vigorous ripple on the catwalk! My favourite though, were the fuzzy pieces that looked like gaussian-blur effect.