Moving in. A wooden box of medetative emptiness. Moving. Unfinished finished surface manipulation. Just moved in. The completeness of nothing. Moving away. The souvenir: a feeling of removal. /HORST
Welcome to my every hour glass home. I love a clear plastic raincoat, my dear Raf Sander. Thus, I have created its appropriate surrounding, a perfect stage. Everything is so transparent, you can look right through. /HORST
When you discover that brutalism and classicism harmonize as beautifully as the word 'liaison dangereuse'. And suddenly, the person 'Rick Owens' feels deeper, closer and more monarchic than before. /HORST
Four proposals for your domestication. Please not that the pairings of inside and outside, of architecture and interior, are merely fictional. Constructed for your enjoyment only. /HORST