What drew you to the brand Helmut Lang and how did you begin working there?
I met Helmut Lang back in 2003 when I interned for his brand’s HQ in New York while attending Parsons School of Design. At the time, they did not accept interns. I had an in after having worked at Dior Homme in Paris under Hedi Slimane during the hyper-hype of his first two collections, and Hedi’s PR director Sabisha Friedberg, who was very much a mentor for me, recommended me to Helmut’s assistant. Long story short, I worked in the press department during the summer of 2003. I would see Helmut around and we’d be cordial. Word got around that I had a certain humour and charm in addition to being hard-working, and at the end of my internship, he asked to meet with me. I remember walking into the conference room at 142 Greene Street and sitting opposite Helmut and Melanie Ward – casually chatting about everything from what I wanted to do in life to good times at The Cock. We established a good rapport with humour as the foundation. I graduated a year after and needed a job. Having boosted my work experience at Visionaire, Yohji Yamamoto, Guggenheim Museum, and Alexander McQueen. Helmut created a position for me in the press department, which was a blessing and a curse as colleagues felt I slipped on a banana peel or got the job unfairly. That said,my first suit when I was 17 was a Helmut Lang suit. I bought my first designer jacket when I was 16; a green nylon Helmut Lang jacket. My senior thesis was about matters of integrity vs commerce in the art/fashion dialogue, which he pioneered at the time. I had set the path prior and the stars were somehow aligned. After 10 years of working with Helmut, I gave up my job and moved from New York to Los Angeles for love, trying to emulate a traditional relationship. However, that went to shit only a few months later when I got royally dumped. I was left stranded in a city that I did not know. Thankfully my brother moved there at the same time as I did, so I lived with him and his wife until I got my studio across the street from Chateau Marmont. I decided to make this new experience and redefine the reasons why I moved to LA to begin with. I started to get to work with an office made of plastic storage bins and a mattress on the floor. It wasn’t easy by any means. My first projects were an exhibition I produced and curated of Silvia Prada’s art, PR gigs for galleries and museums and the creation and curation of Henzel Studio Collaborations, a program of limited edition art rugs designed with contemporary artists.I also run and own the CULTUREEDIT online store and space in Hollywood. We produce exhibitions across disciplines and carry designers that include Walter Van Beirendonck, Louis Gabriel Nouchi, Henrik Vibskov, Loverboy by Charles Jeffrey and many more.
What made it so important for Helmut Lang to archive his collections?
In order for Helmut to be able to encapsulate his fashion experience and properly move on to his future activities, the archive needed to be organised, functional and structured, allowing one chapter to be closed responsibly before moving on to the next. The initial phase of the archiving process also served as a well-deserved break for Helmut after decades of being at the top of his game.
What was the archiving process like?
The database of the archive took about 2-3 years to digitise. It was quite a meticulous project. Each piece was either photographed or scanned, and put into context with look images, tags, categories, etc.
“In order for Helmut to be able to encapsulate his fashion experience and properly move on to his future activities, the archive needed to be organised, functional and structured, allowing one chapter to be closed responsibly before moving on to the next. ” – Joakim Andreasson
Creating clothes and archiving them is an intense process, what went through your mind when you heard about the fire?
I actually witnessed the fire in person. I had a friend stay over at my apartment on Barrow Street in the West Village one night and around 4 am, I got a call from the alarm company at our office that there was a fire and I immediately got up and headed to Greene Street in SOHO. Once there, the fire was in full effect, heavy smoke out the windows, visible flames and countless firefighters and trucks. The Red Cross was there too, and I got wrapped in a Red Cross blanket and stayed put until I realised that there was nothing that could be done and no way of assessing the damage. Thankfully, the residents made it out OK, and no one got hurt. In terms of what went through my mind as I watched the disaster, I was pretty naive in my optimism when it came to recovering the damage.