Hedi Slimane once declared 'I have no nostalgia'. Yet nostalgia, or at least a feeling of longing for something intangible, is an emotion inextricably linked with Slimane’s photos.
Slimane is renowned for possessing the ability to raise skinny androgynous looking boys from obscurity in the same way that Jean-Jacques Picart and Pierre Bergé had noticed him. The Paddingtons. The Libertines. The Rakes.
Indeed, at times it seems that the entire look that Hedi Slimane seeks to encapsulate in his collections is that of Byron-esque romanticism, in whatever form it appears.
Today I've been looking at some of the latest shots from Hedi Slimane's 'diary'. It is an interesting juxtaposition of the inevitable fashion shots- think a skantily clad Kate draped over a bed- whilst others range from light fixtures to boys skateboarding. Eclectic, certainly, but wildly compelling, and achingly beautiful.





http://www.hedislimane.com/diary/