

Berlin. Brutalist. Unforgiving.
Twelve degrees inside the bunker. The cashmere coat weighed eight kilos.
Photography: Klaus Teller / Hair: Mina Oki / Makeup: Yara Khalil, Penelope Snow / Set Design: Marlowe Stern, Dmitri Sokolov
Klaus doesn't do test shots. He arrived, looked at the pillar, and started. Camille changed behind a portable screen in three-degree weather while the crew held it against the wind. The whiskey was Klaus's idea — 'it relaxes the jaw,' he said. By hour two, the cold had gotten into everything. The coat's cashmere lining was the only warm surface on set. When we wrapped, Camille walked straight to the car. The coat stayed on the concrete where she'd been standing. It's probably still there.
The Schwerbelastungskörper is a twelve-thousand-tonne concrete cylinder the Nazis built to test whether Berlin's soil could support a triumphal arch. It couldn't. The arch was never built, and the cylinder stayed. Nobody shoots fashion here because the history is too heavy. We shot here because the history is too heavy. Some locations don't flatter. They challenge. This one dared us to make beauty where none was intended.
An eight-kilo wool coat that functions as armour. The cashmere lining trapped body heat for the first twenty minutes, then the cold won. By the third setup, the fabric had stiffened at the shoulders and the hem hung like a curtain.
Overcast Berlin winter. The sky a solid grey that eliminates shadow direction entirely. The Schwerbelastungskörper absorbs light the way it absorbs everything else. What bounced off the concrete surface was flat, diffuse, and cold.
Berlin's Schwerbelastungskörper. A Nazi-era test pillar. Nobody shoots fashion here. That's exactly why we did. The concrete absorbed everything. Sound, light, warmth. 'I can't feel my feet,' she said after the third setup. We gave her whiskey. Shot for two more hours. The wool coat she wore? It's still there. We forgot it.




