Florian Poddelka — Nude

The crowd’s favorite. A series of sheer, flesh-colored bodysuits are embroidered not with pearls, but with ball bearings, cotter pins, and tiny brass gears scavenged from a dismantled 1960s Junghans clock. One piece, titled “Panzer” (Tank), is a cropped bolero made entirely of hand-linked, powder-coated chainmail. When the model, Nina, walks through the space, it sounds like a thousand tiny swords kissing.

Florian Poddelka, the 34-year-old wunderkind of Austrian avant-garde fashion, has never been interested in the whisper of silk or the predictable cut of a tailored suit. His new immersive exhibition, “Hautnah” (Skin-Close) , which opened to a standing-room-only gallery crowd, is less a retrospective and more a sensory detonation. It’s a gallery of deconstructed dreams, industrial hardware, and the raw, beautiful tension between armor and vulnerability. Florian Poddelka Nude

The final gallery is empty except for a single, rotating pedestal. On it stands a mannequin dressed in a dress that appears to be made of frozen, crystallized breath—a bioplastic Poddelka developed with a university lab, which is fogged from within by a cooling element. It’s ephemeral. In an hour, the fog will fade. By tomorrow, the dress will be a different shape. The crowd’s favorite

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. When the model, Nina, walks through the space,

— 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.