May 19, 2015 |
According to the world wide web, the s/s Iceberg collection was inspired by Southern California and strip malls. Personally we have yet to visit a strip mall, probably because we were not raised in Southern California, and yet we’ve always been strangely drawn to them. And the Iceberg show has inevitably led us to think of Southern California. Sort of. Via the medium of film. Which is why we will randomly interpret this collection via the medium of random film. Valley Girl To quote from Imdb.com, “Julie, a girl from the valley, meets Randy, a punk from the city. They are from different worlds and find love. Somehow they need to stay together in spite of her trendy, shallow friends”. There are strip malls in Valley Girl. And while, technically, the Valley might be more central California than Southern California, what was the last good thing you heard about that came out of San Diego? Exactly. Iceberg, it should be remembered, may reference the valley and strip malls but Iceberg is no airhead. They will not be starting a diet tomorrow. That techno rock they listen to is not gutless. They come from Milan via Casablanca. The city that gave us Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman. Valley Girl, unlike Casablanca, did not play it. Fast Times at Ridgemont High And since we are on the subject of strip malls, or even just malls in general and 1980s films, there is a little something of Jennifer Jason Leigh in Fast Times at Ridgemont High in this. Both her Perry’s Pizza uniform and when she loses her virginity to the tune of Jackson Browne’s Somebody’s Baby in the bike shed or some American sport-thing dugout, or whatever it was and whatever they call it. Lolita There is something of Lolita about the dresses. Not the original Stanley Kubrick version from the 1960s, but the 1990s remake, the one with Jeremy Irons playing Humbert Humbert. It’s there in the neckline. The way it peels back yet appears rather demure at the same time. You can’t help but say to yourself, “Iceberg, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Ice-berg: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of two steps down the palate to tap, at two, on the teeth, Ice. Berg.” It’s best accessorised with a come-hither stare.
Photographer: Jason Lloyd-Evans
By Natalie Dembinska
