Clive. the first thing I wrote down.
Clive, who is clive. what does he look like? how does he smell?
does he have greasy hair?
I decided to forget about him for a while.
because he felt like a vagabond, a stranger to me.
a bigger question popped up over and over. how do I survive fashion?
and is there a fashion of surviving?
can there be a bigger contrast between fashion and, for example, an earthquake? or fashion and being homeless? even fashion and being a fashiondesigner? or are they related in a way we don’t even question ourselves?
I wondered, what if the way you look is the last thing on your mind?
because everything else matters more? what do you need anyway?
what do I need?
what would it be like not having to worry about your wardrobe?
a cardboard-box with all you need, to take with you always.
in a knapsack, a sleeping-bag, or a scarf.
free as a tree-leaf in fall.
can we be vagabonds, travellers, survivors, men and women. do we want to?

what if I would decide for you what you get?
maybe it makes things easier.at least for a season.
after that we’ll see, ok?

I want to offer you a package for next winter.
give yourself the opportunity to dress up like Clive, and be a survivor too

CHALLENGE YOURSELF! ALWAYS!