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September 03,2020

by Mia Birchall

CLUB 57 / AW20

It’s often cited that history is destined to repeat itself, and for that reason, our education in the stories of those that came before us is the greatest tool for human progression.

You find yourself in East Village, New York City and the year is 1978. Things feel as though they have been getting steadily darker, both literally and metaphorically. Almost a decade of Republican reign and the lasting repercussions of Nixon’s Presidency have taken their toll on the city.

Once the birthplace of newly emerging civil rights movements for the Black, Feminist and LGBTQ communities, the city that once felt like an untouchable driving force towards liberation is now stunted by economic downfall, caused by White flight into the suburbs and a sharp rise in crime as a result from mounting poverty, and the so called “War on Drugs”.

But while the economy suffers, the imagination of New York’s remaining inhabitants begins to thrive.

A stone's throw away from your apartment is St Mark’s Place and number 57 homes the Holy Cross Polish National Church, a gathering place for harmony and worship. The church holds a secret as its basement has its own cultural significance. It is the home of Club 57, a zero-budget sanctuary for society's misfits.

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From filmmakers, painters, performance artists, designers, musicians, sculptors, and poets, Club 57 was a home for those of us who didn’t identify with the societal norms. Club 57 provided a bubble of lunacy, a safe space for outsiders to be whoever they wanted to be. You may barely have had enough in your frayed pocket for a 50-cent subway token, but you had your brilliance, your wild artistry, and your gang.

Flash forward to 2020, unrest may have a new face, but the all too familiar cycle of history has already begun repeating itself. There’s a certain synergy that only comes from unrestrained interaction and collaboration, and we need it now just as much as we did back in 1978.

AW20 is a celebration of how collaboration and community are vital ingredients to authentic individuality and freedom, with designs unconfined by normality, trend or gender. The collection features new silhouettes and techniques such as concave toes, reflex-angle flared heels, inspired by films of Poison Ivy’s early performances and exaggerated midsoles with welts reminiscent of Keith Haring's chalk markings. The residents of Club 57 directly influence this season's colour palette, with day-glow yellows and oranges reminiscent of a Kenny Scharf silkscreen and animal skins that wouldn’t look out of place in a Tom Rubnitz film.

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We have a long way to go in order to start healing the flaws that have been embedded in our society for so long, but the remedy is already written in our history. Community . Miista invites you and your people to take a deep dive into hedonism, through creativity, collaboration and craftsmanship.

There is dayglow at the end of the tunnel.

Welcome to club 57.

poster pink beige tif

September 03,2020

by Mia Birchall

CLUB 57 / AW20

It’s often cited that history is destined to repeat itself, and for that reason, our education in the stories of those that came before us is the greatest tool for human progression.

You find yourself in East Village, New York City and the year is 1978. Things feel as though they have been getting steadily darker, both literally and metaphorically. Almost a decade of Republican reign and the lasting repercussions of Nixon’s Presidency have taken their toll on the city.

Once the birthplace of newly emerging civil rights movements for the Black, Feminist and LGBTQ communities, the city that once felt like an untouchable driving force towards liberation is now stunted by economic downfall, caused by White flight into the suburbs and a sharp rise in crime as a result from mounting poverty, and the so called “War on Drugs”.

But while the economy suffers, the imagination of New York’s remaining inhabitants begins to thrive.

A stone's throw away from your apartment is St Mark’s Place and number 57 homes the Holy Cross Polish National Church, a gathering place for harmony and worship. The church holds a secret as its basement has its own cultural significance. It is the home of Club 57, a zero-budget sanctuary for society's misfits.

000042450007

From filmmakers, painters, performance artists, designers, musicians, sculptors, and poets, Club 57 was a home for those of us who didn’t identify with the societal norms. Club 57 provided a bubble of lunacy, a safe space for outsiders to be whoever they wanted to be. You may barely have had enough in your frayed pocket for a 50-cent subway token, but you had your brilliance, your wild artistry, and your gang.

Flash forward to 2020, unrest may have a new face, but the all too familiar cycle of history has already begun repeating itself. There’s a certain synergy that only comes from unrestrained interaction and collaboration, and we need it now just as much as we did back in 1978.

AW20 is a celebration of how collaboration and community are vital ingredients to authentic individuality and freedom, with designs unconfined by normality, trend or gender. The collection features new silhouettes and techniques such as concave toes, reflex-angle flared heels, inspired by films of Poison Ivy’s early performances and exaggerated midsoles with welts reminiscent of Keith Haring's chalk markings. The residents of Club 57 directly influence this season's colour palette, with day-glow yellows and oranges reminiscent of a Kenny Scharf silkscreen and animal skins that wouldn’t look out of place in a Tom Rubnitz film.

000042100010

We have a long way to go in order to start healing the flaws that have been embedded in our society for so long, but the remedy is already written in our history. Community . Miista invites you and your people to take a deep dive into hedonism, through creativity, collaboration and craftsmanship.

There is dayglow at the end of the tunnel.

Welcome to club 57.

poster pink beige tif