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Ever since Instagram introduced us to Skovgaard’s early work – thank you, dear algorithm – many of us have fervently traced his creative evolution. From the outset, Skovgaard’s designs have radiated a wisdom beyond his years, an essence that typically blossoms with the passage of time. His 28 years – four of which he has spent in close relation to his beloved vintage loom – took me by pleasant surprise.

Not schooled in the traditional fashion structure, Skovgaard has carved out his own unorthodox path, which naturally demanded an equally unconventional stage.  Much like Marc Jacobs in his Fall 2023 show at the New York Public Library, Skovgaard chose to abandon the timeworn catwalk, opting instead for an exhibition that could only be described as a masterful artistic performance.

Skovgaard appears to have transcended temporal boundaries, reminiscent of the semiotic eras overseen by Galliano and McQueen. He stands as a testament to transcending the very phenomenon that Susan Sontag sounded the alarm for in 1976; a time when fashion ceased to merely imitate images and evolved into a form of self-expression. His presentation resonated with authenticity, extending far beyond the confines of a 6.7-inch screen, undeterred even when the audience's devices occasionally made an appearance. An embodiment of a [Jean] Baudrillard simulation, crafted without the intention of merely going viral – a refreshing departure from the norm.

As for Liberg—once described as the next Mata Hari by a fortune teller—her performance left us entranced and disrobed to our most unadorned essence. Through her chaste embodiment, dominant choreography and fearless gaze, Liberg’s nude silhouette paradoxically transformed her into the most attired presence in the room. The spectators' ravenous gazes found themselves bared, while amidst the interplay of actual nudity, she enshrined Skovgaard's creations—each dress, meticulously woven with threads of silver, suffused with silk, and adorned with sequins, brimming with enhanced volume. These ensembles gracefully cascaded low on the hips, seamlessly enveloping the upper torsos, a harmonious fit for her sensuous form.

Skovgaard, as an artist, possesses an insightful comprehension of the women he designs for. Moreover, he adeptly practices the skill of imbuing garments with a dichotomous potency, woven into the very fabric under his loom's guidance. Yet, he skillfully shatters preconceived notions: Is she an innocent maiden or a provocateur? A victim or a perpetrator? Does she exude femme fatale allure or embody the role of the scapegoat?

Culminating in an ensemble of ethereal all-white lace, adorned with buoyant, radiant latex cocoons, Liberg transformed into an unexpectedly unblemished bride. In a moment of acknowledgment, Skovgaard emerged to greet both her and his audience, earning applause infused with a mix of reverence and awe. As the curtains descended, a chapter concluded, yet for Skovgaard, the grand narrative had merely unfurled.

The next chapter lies in whether he succeeds in transforming admirers into patrons, capitalizing commercially as well—only time will unveil that tale.