Florian Poddelka Nude «2027»

— The invitation said simply: “Florian Poddelka. Come as you aren’t.” And the crowd that spilled into the cavernous, raw-concrete space of the old Umspannwerk transformer station on Tuesday night did exactly that.

The first thing you notice is the sound. Not a string quartet, but the rhythmic thump-thump-thump of a hydraulic press layered over a distorted waltz. The second thing you notice is the man himself. Poddelka, lean and sharp-elbowed in a sleeveless, patchwork leather tunic of his own design—held together by what appear to be repurposed climbing carabiners—nurses a glass of cloudy schnapps by a sculpture of melted zippers. Florian Poddelka Nude

“The gallery is a cage,” he says softly, almost to himself. “The real show is on the street. On the body. In the way someone feels when they put on my armor and finally feel safe enough to be vulnerable.” — The invitation said simply: “Florian Poddelka

As the crowd buzzes—Vienna’s art elite mingling with teenage skaters who saved up for Poddelka’s more affordable “Hardware” accessories line—the designer steps back into the shadows. He has already removed his own tunic and is now just in a simple, perfectly worn white t-shirt and trousers held up by a rope. Not a string quartet, but the rhythmic thump-thump-thump

And fight they do. The exhibition is arranged in five “chapters,” each a radical reinterpretation of a wardrobe staple.

Outside, the Vienna rain begins to fall. And a dozen guests, already wearing Poddelka’s metallic lace or chainmail cuffs, step out into it unbothered. For them, the night has only just begun.

This is where Poddelka’s genius for material heresy shines. He has long rejected traditional leather for ethical and textural reasons. Instead, here are coats grown from mycelium, dyed with iron oxide. A dress appears to be woven from discarded audio cassette tape, the magnetic ribbon catching the gallery’s halogen lights in a shimmering, glitchy rainbow. “I want the garment to have a memory,” Poddelka explains. “Not of a season, but of a previous life as something else.”