“I don’t know what feels right yet,” confesses Lutz Huelle, contemplating the untold hereafter of COVID-19. It is sobering to hear a designer, a role deemed so intrinsically with a forward-thinking ideology, admit that he has no clue. His vision has become a nomadic one, traversing an unimagined no man’s land with empty rails, no longer harbouring the toiles for the next season. He glances around his Parisian studio, in earshot from Le Marais, the nucleus of Huelle’s eponymous label he shares with partner David Ballu, for the past twenty years. And it wasn’t quite the anniversary setting he had in mind, “the deserted streets of Paris looking very 28 Days Later” he jokes. “Seeing the waters clear up, the streets no longer polluted with cars and no planes flying overhead. It’s very strange” shares Huelle, as Paris begins, very slowly, unwinding the lockdown from Monday onwards. Yet, the saving grace for the German designer is that he’s not one to become saturated by sentimental landmarks and milestones. “It just makes me feel old,” he laughs riotously.