Moncler + Rick Owens has decided that summer should feel a little unsettling. The first warm‑weather chapter of their ongoing dialogue pulls Berlin’s brutalist husks into the heat, splicing them with Moncler’s high-altitude pragmatism to create a brucolic uniform for drifting along the city’s edges, where concrete ends and weeds take over. This is vacation gear for people who do not vacation so much as haunt.
Silhouettes refuse to sit still: kilt‑ish shorts and slashed, asymmetric jersey skirts hover around the body, paired with dense, tonal hiking socks and the feral bulk of Trailgrip Megalace sneakers. The colours are disciplined but volatile – black, dark dust, vintage olive, and a new carmine that looks like someone finally let blood into the palette. Geocamo quilting cuts brutalist triangles into the surface of things, while sharp, graphic embroideries whisper of stained concrete and overgrown facades.
Outerwear is stripped of winter weight but not of attitude: thin leather and nylon layers, nervy summer windbreakers, and louche jerseys push and pull at proportion. Volume cinches then drops; shoulders jut out like architectural mistakes left on purpose. The whole wardrobe reads as deliberately non‑gendered, more like a shared armoury of bombers, cropped shells, and skewed silhouettes than a neat menswear/womenswear split.
For the images, Juergen Teller turns the collaboration into something closer to a love spell than a campaign. Rick Owens and Michèle Lamy, his wife, co‑conspirator, and permanent seance partner, fold into the frame with Teller and his wife and creative partner, Dovile Drizyte. The four of them kiss, lean, cling; the clothes become a soft exoskeleton for all that touch and declaration, the Moncler + Rick Owens Spring/Summer 2026 collection worn like evidence that desire can be both tender and confrontational at once.
The collection is out now on moncler.com and in selected Moncler boutiques, released with one simple instruction: treat the Teller images as a single organism. They are not meant to be sliced, cropped, or rationed out — they work the way this collection does, as a strange, total world you have to enter all at once.
