AW14 - ARCTIC SUBURB MANUAL
City street punks are involved in a plane crash, deserted on a canyon that has been invaded with ice. Cactus like plants are unwillingly cocooned in white dust, looking like indoor fireworks that have silently given up. The landscape resembles an eruption of the indefinable, where Antarctic volcanoes could almost be angelic, and a haunting sense of endless pollutes the air. The setting is unanswerable, and the feeling is baron yet beautiful.
Take the associations with looking up into space, and bring this elusive and ambiguous frame of mind to gravity. This is a story of survival from the unlikeliest explorers. Rebels who are belittled and befriended by their new surroundings. Boundaries and morals are blurred in the extreme cold conditions, creating an aesthetic that is severe, arctic, and somewhere altogether sci-fi.
Aircraft safety style vests look like they crash-landed onto another earth, with belts torn apart like a broken ribcage. This is a style that retaliates to turbulence, with pockets that aren't at home to typical conventions. Instead they form an armory, one that is both practical and punishing in its form. Jackets pay homage to Asger's consistent nod on gothic tales, all the while incorporating his own exploration of tailoring.
Yet again reveling in striking graphic print, Asger's designs embark upon the sinister and sublime imagination. Imagine a decadent like wallpaper that has stinging nettles made of iron growing out from it. This print is like a web of deconstructed handcuffs with a playful swirl in its sting. A stained glass church window is also broken into bits of coding, creating a liquidated, winter blue Tetris print. Doll heads are then disfigured, with melting limbs that ooze into one another like kitchen piping from a chainsaw enthusiast’s house. The eyes are illuminated with a dull neon flare, electrified as if by a horrifying truth. Adolescence has taken on an abnormal form, yet again questioning the innocence of the explorer’s terrain. Could this survival turn sinister?
Streetwear has been possessed by its new surroundings, with dark ideals taking on a somewhat civilized tone. Neoprene multiple pocket jackets look like metallic cocktails, such as the galactic-caramel one that embodies a sinister athleticism. Ski gloves look like snow is slowly morphing the man, and zipped hoodies give the illusion of a man poking his eyes out from igloo warfare. Meshed tanktop vests then melt down the chest over toughened turtlenecks in deathly whites. Both plain and ribbed knits bring out the surgical look to layering at the neckline, highlighting home comforts with harrowing details. A monochrome maturity mends with a rebellious heart, like an ex ski scooter hooligan that has seen the light. Take the white turtleneck that sharply associates with menacing black nylon trousers and felpa pants. He's given himself to these arctic surroundings, but insisted that his streetwear soul is left intact. This is evident in the two toned mesh sweatshirts, and high top sneakers that were designed in collaboration with Last Conspiracy...a true footprint for this gothic and sport infusion.
The arctic militant girl defies the cold in a different dimension, freezing her inhibitions by coming alive in a quilted neoprene look. This is an architectural, sexual assault against the snow.
This survival manual is a testament to the designer’s alternative utopia, nurturing a unique aesthetic of his own. Streetwear is taken out of its comfort zone and given a cold touch, showcasing a warfare against the elements. Getting lost has never made so much sense...and who says camouflage can't stand out?
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