Die imaginäre Figur Bo ist die Muse der in Berlin lebenden Sarah Elbo, deren AW 07/08 Kollektion “There is no place like home …” für ihr Label Sarah Heartbo hier gezeigt wird.
Aus dem “diary” von Bo:
“Bo takes a deep breath…. No reason to panic: mobiletelephone, visacard and health still under total control.
But where to go?
Suddenly a friends grandmothers brothers aunts twin-sister pops into her mind – bright as a sunbeam in the middle of a dangerous snowstorm.
A grand old lady: friendly, lovely and housing near by… should she risk a phonecall?
“When you have nothing to lose, but your mind, you better try to get surrounded by friendly people”, Bo’s thoughts told her…. so she phoned.
She was told to come over straight away… by the very polite, but also demanding butler of Natasha Anastasia
Nikita Alexandro Schmidt.
“And why not follow a good advice when you really need a helping hand?” Bo’s thought asked her… while she already felt herself mooving towards the glassdoors… on her way out to hire a capdriver.
When she stepped out of the car, she felt as if she was bitten by a cat called fairytales.
The house looked like a castle a la miniature, where the gardener had left approximately 34 years ago…
When she lifted her hand to knock at the door… it kind of opened by itself.
Candles, the smell of flowers and peace were here to welcome her, no butler no answer.
A little handwritten note on a silverplate cought Bo’s attention, it seamed to whisper:
Read me! (raised in a propper way of course she did not read it… until 9 min. later – as her situation seamed to stuck in time)
There is no place like home…
Your room is on the second floor, third door to the left …
When you hear the bell ring a little something will be served in the diningroom.
Bo was tired and felt very happy about the fact: she was welcome to stay!
Her room was darling-red and alive. Plants and colours of history welcomed her as she noticed a second note.
Again it was from Natasha, saying she should check out the armoire and take all the clothes she liked.
They where not needed here anymore but still very wonderfull and attractive. She was more than right.
Darkblue, black, green, and gold… dresses, skirts, blouses and more… She tried on a green dress straight away and wore it when she entered the diningroom after hearing a little bell ring.
Again there was nobody to kiss, nobody to show her deep gratitude to, no sounds, no moves… only the smell of goose-pastry, warm toast and redwine. tempting and seductive… ready to make a single person happy and satisfied.
………………………..one glas, one plate, one note:
There is no place like home.
Enjoy your stay. To be honest it felt a bit spooky for a second or three… But spooky in a kind and friendly way… so what? No reason to panic! it depends on the way you do things… on the way you treat… if you are open hearted…..if you have things to hide… if you see the world as a friendly place…etc.etc.etc. & bla bla bla……..
Bo’s thought seemed to have a awfull lot to tell her as she fell asleep softly in the
warm and cosy bed surrounded by the feeling: “There is no place like home…”
To be continued………………….”
Das Label wird in Zukunft “Bo van Melskens” heissen.
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