ODE TO ANN
I can’t believe I’m writing this, because I can’t believe that you are walking away from your company. If anything we need more voices like yours, not less. In a world of flash and overt theatricality, your sensibility and your spirit shines true and beautiful.
Since the late 1980’s you have crafted quiet and soft-yet-tough clothing, certainly making me feel at times like I was never quite cool enough. You created a tone for those of us who wanted in on easy, poetic pieces that gave voice to a part of ourselves that needed expression, that needed love. You cut a mean trouser. And you made clothing and shoes that I literally wore through, that’s how hard I loved them…to the death.
Your louche silhouettes made of brilliantly thought out layers and cords that wrap, criss cross and hold the body or the garment in a certain state of tenuousness are uncompromising. They give the wearer freeform possibilities for nuance at a moment’s notice. I still have some of these pieces, and I probably always will.
Your blacks never felt like a mere absence of color. Your stripes never felt military. Your feathers never felt kitsch. Your collections always rang true.
Your unique Belgian heart generously gave a lot to the world of style and for that many, myself included, shall be eternally grateful.
Thank you Ann Demeulemeester.