"For Seghezzi, the Milan club scene wasn't a hobby; it was a church, a classroom, and a battlefield rolled into one. Toilet, Plastic, La Boum: not just clubs, but portals where a glue gun, two safety pins, and a fiver turned into a full PhD in Queer Identity Studies. Drag queens as professors, burlesque as therapy, sequins as a survival strategy."
"But Interlude doesn't just mourn, it mutates. This is a runway reimagined as the ultimate walk of shame glow-up. Mascara smudges alchemised into couture. Cigarette burns recut into leather bustiers (yes, he's finally using leather, Lineapelle handed him deadstock hides and he made them throb). Everything is upcycled, salvaged, resurrected, like that one ex you swear you'd buried but who keeps DM'ing you at 2 am."
Interlude channels Milan's club culture into post-rave couture where sequins, mascara, and cigarette burns become crafted garments. Clubs like Toilet, Plastic, and La Boum function as formative spaces teaching queer identity via improvisation and DIY techniques. Drag and burlesque inform corsetry as a tool for gender play and emotional armor. The collection upcycles deadstock Lineapelle leather into visceral bustiers and refashions relics into wearable statements. Nights of euphoria coexist with burnout, substance struggles, and grieving friends lost to the scene. The runway stages a rave-turned-requiem that foregrounds survival, queer joy, and the cost of nightlife's intensity.
Read at www.kaltblut-magazine.com
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