What I realized this season is that Berlin is not dead - Berlin's fashion is not. Berlin is Berlin. And that's okay. There is absolutely no point in constantly comparing it to Paris, New York, London, Milan and co. because last time I checked nobody compared apples to bananas.
And that's fine.
What I discovered for myself this season is that the real treasures, Berlin's new talents and great designer are hidden in the Berliner Modesalon, an initiative by the German Vogue. Exclusive to invited guest in attempts to separate the cynical fashion clowns desparate to do nothing but stage themselves from the true German fashion scene - the IN crowd (editors, insiders, buyers, elite bloggers..), who have not forgotten that fashion week is and should be primarily about the designers and the fashion itself in it's truest form. Among the designers privileged enough to be invited by Vogue to present their upcoming collections and months of hard work and art, was Dawid Tomaszweski, a favourite of mine since my very first fashion week. I too was privileged, privileged to be granted access to this show and for that I want thank Wella. Thank you for allowing to roam around freely very last minute and gather my own impressions and especially for the backstage experience.
