She moves—between dawn’s hush and neon glare, between whispers of self and echoes of them. A silhouette in constant shift, she walks the tightrope of truth and illusion. Armor and vulnerability nurture OTTOLINGER FW25’s collection – the rhythm of a woman in perpetual motion.
In an era where self-reinvention is a daily ritual, an endless morning monologue with the inner self – the creative duo Christa Bösch and Cosima Gadient capture the paradox of a life lived at high speed. Pacing through this urban battlefield, the FW25 woman is guided by the words of artist and writer Calla Henkel, whose reflections punctuate the show like fleeting thoughts in an overworked mind. The tempo of the collection mirrors the rhythm of her internal dialogue—urgent, fragmented, poetic. Each look moves in sync with this stream of consciousness, where truth is not a destination but a momentary pause, a breath before the next transformation. A perpetual deconstruction, distressed yet deliberate, the tension between control and chaos. Asymmetry and layering reflect on the fragmented nature of our contemporary existence.
This season’s silhouettes embody a woman who is always in transition—between versions of herself, balancing external expectations, and the pull of her inner reality. Perhaps it applies to myself, tearing down my wardrobe to reshape my identity before heading to the office.
The collection pulsates with this duality: cotton stretch jerseys slip off the body like unraveling thoughts, while raw-edged fabrics suggest the beautiful chaos of a life lived at full speed. These juxtapositions form a wardrobe for a woman who exists in the in-between, her authenticity constantly tested by the performance of daily life. A mad crush for the faux fur parade extravaganza scarf adorned on a puffer jacket paired with reaching-the-sky stilettos. This is who I want to be when I pick up my kids at school.
OTTOLINGER’s FW25 woman is not just dressing for the day ahead—she is adapting, shape-shifting – blurring the boundaries between who she is and who she needs to be. In this relentless flux, truth is not a fixed state but a fleeting moment, glimpsed in the instant she dares to embrace herself fully.
