Even though Nightclubbing was released in the late seventies I feel as though it is a symbolic anthem for the demise of the club kids after Micheal Alig’s unfortunate circumstances, in short—the second day that disco died.
There is usually a dichotomy between notoriety and anonymity. For Designer Martin Margiela, he is the exception of the rule. Margiela may have left his eponymous label, however I couldn’t help but imagine a potential ad campaign or editorial featuring the New York Subway System
White train cars, white route signs, numbers and letters would be replaced with Margiela’s corresponding lines. Unidentified models in flesh colored face masks,white blonde, shoulder length, eye grazing bangs and wearing look four or 27 from Margiela’s spring 2008 ready to wear collection rush down the stairs to catch the 1 train to Margiela’s White Market at 803 Greenwich Street.
“I wonder if I’ve been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I’m not the same, the next question is ‘Who in the world am I?’ Ah, that’s the great puzzle!”—
Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland: Chapter II: The Pool of Tears