perhaps as a mindboggling coincidence and destiny laughing at my face for real, i have loved acne jeans since the very beginning. around the same time i finished high-school and entered university, they emerged in the market with their cheekily named unisex denim line with signature red stitching in the back. i felt there was a soulmate somewhere in sweden – someone who shared my aesthetic eye and distorted humor. the clothes were clean-cut and understated, but had clever little details. they offered box-like tees for girls when everyone else was baring midriffs; they had a straight-cut leg when everywhere else the bootcut ruled.
inspired by the mud tones of anna and sugar kane i dug deep into my storage and rediscovered this divine leather skirt. if my memory serves me right, it's from acne f/w 2002/03 collection. it has the sleek lines of a recognizable acne garment, interesting details like the side-slits, elongated back and three rectangular pockets and, naturally, is impeccable quality as is the sheer tee from 2005.
tee and leather skirt by acne jeans, tights by wolford, booties by prada, brooch by gilles & dada.
then a few years ago something happened. all of a sudden the prices went inexplicably up. this was no small increase, but two- to three-fold. as a result, acne all but disappeared from stores in finland for a couple of seasons. in the meanwhile the brand got more coherent and less playful, and gradually started to reappear in small boutiques. the line was as interesting as ever, but already the prices seemed mismatched with the quality. generally it could be reasoned that the price increase fit with the superfluous it-bag era and that despite the pressure of label flaunting, acne continued on their path and produced interesting, streamlined clothes. somehow they felt worthy.
nevertheless, this fall crushed me completely. the economic crisis must have affected everyone in the industry and although i thank acne for not sacrificing great design, the did something worse. their current collection is primarily made of acrylic, polyester, triacetate and polyamide. there are some cashmere knits, but on the whole natural fibers seem awol. why oh why? there are beautiful dresses that i dread to touch. 300€ for a polyester garment is too much. too much no matter how great the design.
as my relationship with the more infuriating kind of acne continues against my will, my affair with the other is on a willful hold until i see some serious improvement. i am officially pissed off. period.