At Acne, everything is always right on spot. The collection, the magazine, the stores. The show, which I normally only get to see through slick style.com images, was everything I´d expect from the Swedes; it all made prefect sense. After climbing a stair or 6, visitors arrived at the top floor of the venue which kind of looked like a parking with its concrete floors, 2 meter thick round pillars, raw ceilings and dilapidated walls. This gigantic space used to be the London's post sorting office and has been empty for 15 years. A four meter high marble printed decor was set up in the middle. Everyone from Emanuelle Alt to Florence Welch to Kate Lanphear (could continue dropping names for quite a while but I'll spare you that bit) were there. The models walking through it a couple of minutes later in boxy sculptured jackets, leather dresses and pointy glasses completed the slightly futuristic story.
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