Camperlab sets its Spring Summer 2026 collection inside a reality that refuses to hold still. The clothes move through a disordered mental space, one shaped by blurred memory, interrupted thought, and sensory distortion. Nothing in this collection settles. Familiar references appear only to break apart. Form slips, texture mutates, and the logic of the everyday dissolves into something unstable.
Instead of offering a clear theme or concept, the show text fragments into visual and emotional cues. Light borrows time from shadows. Metal becomes forgotten. Plastic loses meaning. Even color seems untrustworthy. The images feel lifted from a fevered dream or post-apocalyptic hallucination, where memories no longer behave and surfaces ripple unexpectedly.
Distortion drives every element of the collection. Garments resist function. A coat doesn’t just offer coverage, it swallows itself, heavy enough to contain multiple identities. Boots grip the legs like swelling tides, turning footwear into vessels of sensory unease. Familiar shapes collapse or overextend. Nothing fits in a conventional sense, and the body moves through silhouettes that suggest memory more than design.
Camperlab creates tension through disorientation. The garments feel built from fragments: memories twisted out of form, patterns repeated until they lose clarity. Grids no longer align. Shapes stretch in one direction and fall apart in another. Each look reads like a half-remembered version of something once solid.
The palette shifts toward washed-out shades, unstable hues, and off-beat neutrals. Nothing feels grounded. Fabrics move from matte to slick, flat to swollen. Rubber, plastic, leather, all manipulated into surfaces that feel scraped, scorched, or unfinished. An embossed crocodile texture becomes less about the material itself and more about what it hides: a synthetic exterior stretched over something raw.
Camperlab pushes the entire collection into a space of near-collapse, holding onto just enough structure to remain wearable. Garments and accessories alike seem held together by tension alone.
The text ends with an abrupt shift: Where did I park my car? A single mundane question cuts through the chaos. It pulls the viewer out of the abstract and drops them into something disarmingly ordinary.
