I've got this growing suspicion about what is real art, what is fashion, what is not and what is not. So when I got Erwin's I love my time, I don't like my time, the paranoia stuck me even more. I may have no idea what this Vienna-base conceptualist was trying to do, it's a love at first sight. Very much intriguing, fashion-wise, is his Dress Collection. Reminds me of the non-wearable-high-conceptual-MMM. It's not alone the fabric and structure of a garment that counts, the way being worn, the way being folded, shipped and appreciated.
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