Arnhem, The Netherlands, 1981. We were not punk. We were weverstraat. Humanoid just happend. No philosophy. Doing something.
Leafing through Humanoid's 26-year anniversary publication, it's nearly 30 years by now, you see a woman's label maturing in the big world of fashion without so much as a step astray. Without screaming for attention. Humanoid's identity feels familiaur. That pleasantly unruly early 80S feel always remained: Espressive, creative, authentic, but always functional and contemporary.