Haider Ackermann has turned down many contracts for design jobs, because he's holding out for one. "I don't think one single person knows the house I'm dreaming of," the shy, critically acclaimed designer told WWD. "Nobody is going to figure it out because it would be a total surprise." In that case we'd have to guess Target. But seriously, Ackermann does know what it's like to be on a budget. He attended the Royal Academy of Fine Arts in Antwerp but left before graduating. "I traveled a lot. I clubbed a lot. I lost myself in the night. Everywhere where night was to be found, I might have been there," he said.
WWD: And the story that you once cleaned toilets?
H.A.: That was in Antwerp. My press agent hates it when I talk about this. But it’s my reality, you know?
WWD: As was interning at John Galliano.
H.A.: It was the best study ever. You know, at the time, I had no money, nowhere to stay, so I was sleeping on the street and going every day to work. I put my luggage in a locker at a youth hostel and went there to take a shower.
Ackermann now, perhaps understandably, doesn't possess the fondness for the streets that many fashion people do. The moment of the inappropriately dubbed "homeless chic" has given way to trying-really-hard-to-get-on-street-style-blogs chic, which Ackermann doesn't really understand: "When you go to fashion shows and you see all those people outside taking pictures of each other — the street is almost getting more important than what’s happening inside the space. I don’t get it. I like to meet people in the street, but I think it’s taking things to proportions which are absurd." Why, whatever could he mean?