ANN DEMEULEMEESTER SPRING/SUMMER 2025 SHOW

SPRING / SUMMER 2025 SATURDAY 28 SEPTEMBER 2024, PARIS I kept thinking of the last days of summer this season. Just when it ends. Every day was fun to wake up, and was spent in the sun. Sun, sun-faded clothes, hues that fade and blur like when you fall asleep in broad daylight, at the sea. You wake up, and they are all distorted. Bare chest and denim. I am listening to Crystal Castles’ “Crystal Castle II” while I jolt down these seemingly random notes, in the early morning, the show a few hours away. “Rumors” by Fleetwood Mac was the record of those summers. One of my favorites. My mom used to play it every morning. What a compelling aural combination, sounds lost and found. A soft and tender feeling: love or friendship? I don’t know. Lace is tender. Skin is soft. This collection came out of this bundle of thoughts and emotions. I let them flow as they came along, one thing found, another lost. There is lace and there denim, and knit that flies like feathers. There is an elongation and a slouchiness, and the suppleness of tailoring. There are the infinite ways of a neckerchief. The long flow of a robe, the urge of self decoration, the poignant absent-mindedness: every day it is fun to wake up, and get dressed, or undressed. I never put a bandana on my head back then, but I still like the look of a young Mike Muir. My jeans, instead, were constantly ripped and my grandma kept patching them up. Indefiniteness is what I am after. An ambiguity of dressing, being and behav