En belgisk veninde jeg har, går på Royal Academy of Fine Art Antwerpen - en designskole i Antwerpen, hvor blandt andre Walter Von Beirendonck og andre af de store belgiske designere underviser. Hun foreslog så, at jeg tog et kig på hendes kollektion fra hendes 3 år på skolen. Det var rigtig flot, og hun er en rigtig dygtig designer til kvinder. Jeg kiggede derpå lidt videre på sitet og faldt så over et danskklingende navn, hvis tøj så overordentligt spændene ud! Navnet er Thorbjørn Uldam og minsandten om ikke han er dansker. Jeg søgte så lidt rundt på nettet og fandt heldigvis frem til billeder af hans flotte afgangskollektion fra skolen - flere af Jer har måske læst lidt om ham på Style.dk, hvis man læste med i år 2009! Her har jeg dog fundet en nyere kollektion end vist på Style.dk. Han siger selv om kollektionen:
"My graduate collection was inspired by an imaginary world where a boy and a horse live in a distant environment, isolated from civilisation. A scenario tn the middle of a snowstorm surrounded by heavy movement. The order of the stars has changed. The solar system systematically tries to avoid the confusion, but there seem to be no right or wrong. The cold and hectic environment set out a story of survival, where these two caracters are the only players. Life is no hazzle, survival in itself involves no struggle, its a question of the ability to adjust to a new order. They create their surrounding with what is available. Clothes are woven with burning and frozen hands, They see and feel the consequences of nothingness, because it means everything. Hot clash with cold, summer with with winter, light with darnkess. Ice cant melt, skin cant burn. Bodies freeze, but the feeling is the same"
"My graduate collection was inspired by an imaginary world where a boy and a horse live in a distant environment, isolated from civilisation. A scenario tn the middle of a snowstorm surrounded by heavy movement. The order of the stars has changed. The solar system systematically tries to avoid the confusion, but there seem to be no right or wrong. The cold and hectic environment set out a story of survival, where these two caracters are the only players. Life is no hazzle, survival in itself involves no struggle, its a question of the ability to adjust to a new order. They create their surrounding with what is available. Clothes are woven with burning and frozen hands, They see and feel the consequences of nothingness, because it means everything. Hot clash with cold, summer with with winter, light with darnkess. Ice cant melt, skin cant burn. Bodies freeze, but the feeling is the same"
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