I love Haider Ackermann and here is why:
Even though it is my sworn mission statement to continue to be a progenitor in the advancement of the appreciation and understanding of the cultural, sociological and practical importance of vintage clothing, I cannot help but sometimes be swept away by the ultra modern meanderings of contemporary designers who’s visions steer clear of all ideas of the past and forge fast ahead of the crowd to uncharted and mysterious places. Mr. Ackermann is on the forefront of this ideology and I can’t help but be caught up in his creations.
Since his launch in the early part of this decade he has delighted and titillated me with his innovative use of draping and cutting. In my humble opinion he is one of those designers who truly seems to love working with the female form. His tailoring is impeccable. His silhouettes inspired and his pieces always seem to be functional beyond their form.
As I have said, it feels as though I am disloyal in a sense to my true love – the beautiful and the damned garments of the past that keep their relevance and their dignity throughout the ages, whether they are to be worn or just admired in the temperature controlled glow of a museum setting. As much as my heart longs to tramp through a dive bar with a skinny bitch on the rocks with a twist of lime in a Schiaparelli gown – so do I desire to high step it like a human gazelle across a New York city street in an Ackermann suit cut to within an inch of my frame.
I suppose there is room for it all in my heart and my closet.
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