Of course, we haven’t just designed a shirt and slammed you against the skull. No, of course, we have once again made a film, to bring the idea of our SIGNUM x DANDY DIARY shirt closer.
And that’s the point: in Green Invasion, the Berghain bouncer Sven Marquardt, fashion journalist Jan Joswig, a goat, Prada Model Frederick Schaller, musician David Moon and a bunch of drunken punks worship a four-meter-high totem. They are celebrating an orgiastic, destructive and very peculiar exhibition – whose sanctuary can be only one thing: the DANDY DIARY x SIGNUM -shirt.
And who wants it a little deeper, more boring and conceptual, should quickly read, what we’ve written out of sheer bravado in our press release for the film: “The elusive unease about the hidden evil in the forest goes hand in hand with an already almost occult fascination for the beauty of the original, the microcosm of the forest, goes into the living and dying so unaffected by civilization. The forest is always a poetical vanishing point, which can serve as a refuge from the industrialized working society. The forest as a possibility is always present. “
Who is eligible under this more like not quite understandable surge has still not got it correctly, what it had to do with our shirt, read following remarks: “The forest is our world’s volatile desire for solitude, serenity and naturalness. With the shirt, we can carry this mysticism, as a living, moving tree into the urban areas of our city – and thus break the separation between nature and civilization, at least aesthetically. “
Yes, we’ve actually written that. But that, of course, doesn’t matter. Just watch “Green Invasion”, you’ll know what the point is – namely, Mad Max in the forest.
IGGY POP usually does not wear too much: skin-tight leather pants, with that his well-trained, plastic-like upper body. In case the rockstar Iggy gets cold, he puts on a leather jacket.
From now on, The Stooges front-man is going to be seen more wearing a vest. Because Iggy has designed a denim-vest with patches in cooperation with the label SAILOR JERRY. The punk-ish patches are delivered separately, so you can decide yourself which of Iggys hot patches fits you (the selection is: death, shall, triumph). A main inspiration were punks and especially the punkettes of the 70s in London and Los Angeles.
If you walk through the pedestrian zone in your home town, wearing an Iggy Pop THE FLASH vest, every Hells Angels member will freeze out of jealousy, promise. All in all there are 50 vests – each of them signed by hand by Iggy Pop personally. For one of Iggys vest you would have to spare 600 US Dollars.
The deal with Sailor Jerry has been arranged by Matt Sorum of Guns ‘N Roses. A band, which became famous in 90s for their extremely cool bandanas and stars and stripes leggings. The year before, Paul Simonon from The Clash has designed for Sailor Jerry.
Let’s see, which oldie-rockstar is in it the next time!
Next to the hard work here at DANDY DIARY, David and me are connected by many things: We were both into our black-haired economics-teacher and into Janine from the first row, we were both fans of BVB in the 90s, we both love the small 0,25 l Heineken-bottles and spicy vegan food, we both read the Spiegel on sundays and, and, and, and, and – there is much more. And: We both hate nothing more than rats.
Actually hatred is very understated. We have a huge fucking fear for them, that bad that David once jumped on the table of a restaurant, screaming, in Shanghai, because he saw a rat passing by, and I had to be aware of the attacks by my siblings, who would always kick against garbage bags in New York City and then rats would jump out, and most of the times cross my feet. Already looking at a rat causes a rigid barrier in us, even-though we are these hard fashion-guys, also high screaming, pure desperation and a few embarrassing jumps. One of us also has wetted himself once out of fear and shock. We will not tell who that was, out of fairness.
When we recently were in Mumbai (India), the, until now, hardest task, concerning rats, has come. About half of the 12 million inhabitants are living in slums, many of them without a solid house and therefore without water and without toilets. Big parts of the city are similar to a garbage field: Plastic garbage everywhere, junk, dead cats, undefinable brown puddles. And there is a frightening amount of rats. Very many. Brutally many. Disgustingly many.
While the people in Mumbai apparently have bigger problems, than taking care of all the nibbling rats in the corners, us idiotic, spoiled western-people were permanently anxious. We were frightened as hell by those beasts – our biggest enemies.
To give you an idea what we looked like speeding through the streets of Mumbai, anxious about meeting a rats, we made a video, which you can see here. In the video we are racing towards the only place where there are no rats: the ocean. There we stayed for three days and nights, close to dehydration, and had us picked up by a golden yacht of our trillionaire-friend, and flew back to the clean, cold and a bit less rat-sy Berlin.
During the rat-race we were wearing Converse Chuck Taylor “Rubber” shoes, David was wearing pants by Weekday and a shirt by Hugo Boss, I was wearing a wifebeater and hotpants by American Apparel.