Oh, those old times! The times when people were talking about the outrageously fresh Nietzsche and were blushing reading that shameless Freud. The times when everything was possible and almost nothing known. The times when a man owning a fresh white shirt was considered a proper dandy. The times when the only way for a guy to get a girl was to become a poet.
But being a poet not only means writing some deep stuff, rhyming ‘heart’ with ‘blood’. No, no, you need to look like one. Oh yeah, you need to look like a saint! You need to look like a demon! You, my friend, need to look like someone who knows everything about dreams and nightmares, God and the Devil, eternity and all that other stuff which helps you to come into possession of the most precious gift of all – a girl’s soul. And, if you are really good, her panties (or whatever they wore in the end of the nineteenth century).
Alas (always wanted to use that word, but never got the chance… Until now!), the only person you’ve got as a mentor, your best friend and role model is me. Still, behold! May you see the visuals of Übermensch, a Superhuman, a Poet and a Dandy for your style reference.
Photography by: Max Lemesh