An epilogue. Or perhaps continuation of a tale, ever dissecting the human body.
Embarked on a journey of architecture, undertaken by a sartorial alchemist. Never hesitant, always in full composure, wading the dimmed shadows.
From his initial conceptual garments, I have followed the work of Boris Bidjan Saberi. His atelier in Barcelona, a constant reminder of the validity of craftsmanship. The collections work from an urban perspective, dissecting the functionality of modern wardrobes. His depiction of utilitarian hand-crafted experimental shapes, provides a sense of profoundness within menswear tailoring.
Winter has arrived. A faint bass hums in the back, as a range of harnessed warriors, march onto the Palais the Tokyo’s understated concrete halls. The silhouettes appear clad in armored patch-vests, sutured leather jackets, cropped deconstructed slated pants, lush fitted overcoats, whilst sporting royal leather pouches and hand knitted woolen ponchos. The essence of the journey, is underlined here, by the equipment handed to tall wanderers. They long for heir ‘‘Heimat’’, a return to innocence.
Bidjan Saberi worked from a piercing vermillion red tableaux, reworked in the minutest of details. Travels are part of the destination. We roam but forget the path we initially embark on. Here it is one of perfected silence. One of reflection. In the overwhelming array of winter collections on display, this constituted a powerful moment amidst the current morose Parisian societal grayness.
All images by BORIS BIDJAN SABERI studio, special thanks to Alice Marx.