Guys, I'm fucking pissed. I've been working with Four Pins for, like, more than a few years now and I still haven't seen anything that crazy. I'M OUT HERE TRYING TO SEE SOME JACOBIM MUGATU LEVEL TYPE SHIT AND ALL I GET TO PEEP ARE DUDES IN SENSIBLE SNEAKERS AND "MODERN TAKES" ON PATAGONIA FLEECES.
Thank god for people like Marina Hoermanseder. This chick actually takes references and inspiration from things that you pretend to like and understand because that one girl with green eyes and an accent fucks with 'em. She's always talking about some artist that was a former assistant to Damien Hirst's for his show in Chengdu. Really wealthy, well-educated, European girls that attend college in the U.S. and then go on to doctorate studies at a small university outside of Cologne and eventually become the head librarian of the Louvre's rare book division fucking love bonkers fashion like Marina's S/S 15 handicap swag.
I knew this girl in college that collected Victorian-era medical books and ephemera. HER APARTMENT WAS FUCKING TERRIFYING. And, unfortunately, she wasn't even faintly European. She was just from Westchester. I pretended to be totally into weird art and photos of women facing corners, holding apples and the only thing I ever said was, "Cindy Sherman is, like, dope." One time she invited me to this show where she was showing some work. Inside I was like, "LOL, nah, I'm cool on that, boo," but outwardly I was like, "AWESOME! Can't wait to see a bunch of dorks using projectors and shit." So I obviously went and instead of a gallery the location was a theater and—BOOM!—just like that ya boy realized he'd been catfished into a fucking PERFORMANCE ART SHOW. I sat through, like, four spoken word things and then she went o, and, I'm not fucking even remotely kidding, just played a video of herself masturbating, while she masturbated on a table in the middle of the stage. SHIT WAS WILD UNCOMFORTABLE THE NEXT DAY AT WEALTH, POWER, AND VIRTUE CLASS. Every time I see some next level stupid fashion art shit inspired by corsets and archaic orthopedic garments, I think of that chick from Westchester.
