A Magazine 3

　　A warm smile, vere questioning eyes, your fragile hands. Time and time again they combine
　　and seduce with their elegance and intensity.
　　We haven’t seen each other so much in the past few months. Enough though to guess who you
　　are. We sat at the table together. Listened to each other.
　　Sometimes you were very happy. Sometimes severe, when it seemed that we wouldn’t be able
　　to rea... (展开全部) 　　A warm smile, vere questioning eyes, your fragile hands. Time and time again they combine
　　and seduce with their elegance and intensity.
　　We haven’t seen each other so much in the past few months. Enough though to guess who you
　　are. We sat at the table together. Listened to each other.
　　Sometimes you were very happy. Sometimes severe, when it seemed that we wouldn’t be able
　　to realize a story as we had imagined it. Sometimes very sad. Like when Michael Haneke didn’t
　　answer your pleas.
　　You are always apparently calm. No raising of the voice, no big gestures. Only that running
　　of your hands through your hair. That’s when, so you told me, a storm is ravaiging
　　within you. Your heart is pounding, your bones are in shock and your nervous system is
　　under attack. Only for a moment. Because when fear strikes, you wait patiently. With averted eyes
　　you remain soft and beautiful. Reserved. Always elegant.
　　Intense contradictions have become the string-point of this magazine. This issue is not
　　about Haider Ackermann: no interview, no praise, no fashion collection. You seem to be com-
　　pletely absent, but nothing could be farther from the thruth. Page after page, this magazine is
　　a mirror of you thoughts, the reflection of your desires, your everyday inspirations. Well-
　　considered and volatile, poetic and hard, melancholoc and rational, discreet and candid.
　　All of them paradoxes, inherent in your life, that meet at some point . Mostly in thoughts,
　　invisible, ephemeral. You made an effort to grasp this magical moment. To pour ‘la rencontre’,
　　as you like to call it, into images.
　　The moment in which every human’s strength becomes his weakness, whereupon his weak-
　　ness becomes his strength.
　　You succeeded.
　　Roger Ballen’s sometimes raw photos talk about the same pain as Funakoshi’s motionless
　　pictures or Hiroshi Sugimoto’s endless seas. The subtlety in Robert Mapplethorpe’s work
　　translates both in power and elegance. Berlinde De bruyckere’s oeuvre at times seems to be
　　a three-dimensional expression of Francis Bacon, or a still of the sharp emotions that Kazuo
　　Ohno conveys when dancing. Every contribution has its own story, independent from the
　　others, and still it seems as if an invisible thread connects them all.
　　You started from the photos on your memo board, Bacon, Nick Cave, Katja Rahlwes... and we
　　ended with this magazine, in which you gave people you admire, such as Serge Lutens or Will
　　Oldham, freedom of speech. Antony, Cris Brodahl, Raf Simons, Ann Demeulemeester... they
　　all made a contribution, especially for you. Asia Argento and Tilda Swinton shared a part of
　　their personal life with you.
　　Every story, chosen by you or made for you, testifies to an intensityand elegance you search
　　for in images, words and friendships.
　　Hilde Bouchez　　

　　Haider Ackermann was born in Santa Fe de Bogota, Columbia in 1971. He moved to Belgium in 1994 to study at the fashion department of the Royal Academy of Antwerp. After working as an intern at John Galliano's Paris offices, Ackermann became the assistant to his former academy teacher Wim Neels and worked on the Belgian designers men's and womenswear collections. Following strong industry encouragement, Ackermann presented his first, self-financed women's collection in Paris for Autumn-Winter 2002. Ackermann was hired as the head designer for Ruffo Research, commissioned to design two collections (Spring-Summer and Autumn-Winter 2003), while continuing to produce his own line.
　　Haider Ackermann is represented by Michele Montagne Tel: (+33) 1 42 03 91 00