The Magic Mountain
SSENSE
Oct 26 2019
Discovering Futuristic Solitude in the Remote Altitudes of the Swiss Alps
For his latest SSENSE editorial, photographer Lukas Wassmann takes us off the grid and into the Swiss Alps, where lush meadows carpet the threshold that leads into rougher terrain and seeping glacial melt.
Toward this jagged skyline, Wassmann and his muses discover the knowledge that exists beyond the limits of cellular reception.Equipped in pieces from Raf Simons, Sacai, Jil Sander, Stone Island, Lemaire, and Phoebe English, this hike is not a trip back in time, but a voyage towards a rural future.
New Icons: This Coat Is Your Safe Space How Raf Simons’ Down Jacket Embodies the Needs of Our Oversized Moment If you don’t know growing pains, then you’re a baby. If you’ve experienced them, then you know the importance of having just a scrap of comfort to hold on to. The ever-angsty Raf Simons gets it. The black and yellow stripes of this down jacket warn off predators like those of a bee, allowing you to prosper in peace. Meanwhile, its enormous size conveniently ensures you get all the personal space that you require. This coat is so big, it needs its own zip code. 
Noon Goons’ Surf Riot The Southern California Label Rages on Skate, Street, and Surf Noon Goons takes the aesthetics of 80s hardcore and basks in the ambiance of Southern California’s revived surf and skate culture. The Los Angeles streetwear label lives the DIY ethos of bands like Black Flag, the Germs, and Agent Orange that remains an essential part of their city’s cultural DNA. In its network of distinct and eclectic neighborhoods, spreading out and doing your own thing is the name of the game. For Noon Goons, that means a lifestyle of hanging out, surfing, and grinding the edge of life itself. 
XXX Berlin 5AM, XXX Photographer Maxime Ballesteros Stalks Through Dawn in the German Capital In his latest editorial for SSENSE, Maxime Ballesteros ventures out on a journey in Berlin, a city known for its cavernous nightlife. The result is an erotic and cultish tour of Ballesteros’ home base that looks more like a Dario Argento film than a stay-cation. Accompanied by an unlikely crew of triplets, he embarks on an evening of light bondage, shady parks, abandoned apartments, and U-Bahn acrobatics, shrouded in puffs of scarlet smoke.