Los Angeles Viper Room glam meets New York City spleen.
When Haider Ackermann‘s models appeared from the cloud of smoke that wrapped the bottom of the runway, one had the impression of watching an old Jim Jarmush’s movie. They stumble from one gloriously decayed locale to another with their killer pointy boots, gracefully damned in their louche velvet suits and dazzling metallic brocades. Joana Preiss‘s hypnotic voice as a life soundtrack. Ackermann‘s rebel archetype plays down preciousness, rocking finely tailored army jackets and second-skin shiny tuxedo pants to wander around the lonely streets of Manhattan. Sculpted jackets slipped off the shoulders look effortlessly cool under Sunset Boulevard’s lights, and long evening dresses float in the breeze while fast cars spin up and down Hollywood’s hills. Glamorous psychotics and existentialist rebels, Haider Ackermann‘s modern Chealsea Girls keepon drifting untouched by anything but the basic need to just keep moving in search of something unnameable.