Simon Cracker's FW25 Collection
A satirical take on wealth and fashion.
Fashion’s bubble just got pierced by Simon Cracker, whose FW25 collection, “Le Perle Ai Porci” (translation: "Pearls to Swine"), is as much a commentary on societal disparity as it is an aesthetic rebellion. With its bold visuals and biting irony, the collection dissects the disconnect between perceived wealth and reality, targeting everything from Instagram faux-glam to the ultra-rich 10% who control a staggering 76% of global wealth.
But this isn’t your typical runway revolution—it’s satire, served with style. The Milanese “sciure” and “bauscia” (aka high-society caricatures) take center stage, reimagined with Birkin bags spray-painted onto garments, Chanel jackets reconstructed with DIY flair, and faux Hermès scarves turned into makeshift couture. The pièce de résistance? A finale dress obliterated by 500 branded tags, driving home the question: What even matters anymore?
The Details: Irony Meets Craft
The color palette, inspired by Quality Street chocolates (yes, the ones your grandma hoarded), blends sugary nostalgia with sharp commentary. Signature Simon Cracker techniques return—knots, patchwork, and industrial bands—redefining what “deconstruction” really means.
Collaborating once again with Dr. Martens, the brand transforms deadstock shoes into their version of Chanel ballet flats, proving that even streetwear has a satirical edge when filtered through Simon Cracker’s lens.
Icons and Inspiration
Guiding the collection’s rebellious energy are the spirits of Miuccia Prada, Yves Saint Laurent, and, most of all, Franco Moschino—the ultimate king of bourgeois mockery. With nods to their subversive takes on luxury, Simon Cracker FW25 leans into its critique with humor and unapologetic creativity.
A Satirical Call to Action
At its core, “Le Perle Ai Porci” is about the absurdity of wealth, the shallowness of pretense, and the growing gap between fashion’s fantasy and everyday reality. It’s Simon Cracker’s epic middle finger to an industry that feels increasingly detached, packaged in a collection that’s as thought-provoking as it is visually arresting.
Who needs fool’s gold when you have this kind of irony?