DMMJK / Amy Key

Designer
DMMJK

DMMJK is the brainchild of two young designer minds Emil Maria Beindl and Markus Binder, who freshly out of school are reaping the benefits of their talents. Highly in demand both in Austria and across the pond, DMMJK have made a name for themselves by designing what they know and live by every day – pop culture and youth. Their contemporary aesthetic and cheeky boldness are their bread and butter, and their pieces are nothing if not a reflection of the designers‘ own playful take on fashion. Honing their skills under the tutelage of Bernhard Willhelm and Veronique Branquinho at the University of Applied Arts in Vienna, the duo started sweeping numerous awards with their first collection, getting enough exposure to attract the overseas fashion powerhouse Proenza Schouler where they spent the two seasons of 2014 designing. Their newest collection ‘Sapir Safari’, is a print-on-print study in boldness and creative layering, turning out silky flowing zebra dresses, crisp cotton cropped tops or matching head to toe ensembles. Taking the random, the modern, the traditional, and remixing it together with their own very special visions and influences, DMMJK are coming at the world with a powerful bang.

Author
Amy Key

Amy Key is a London-based poet and editor. She is Artistic Director of monthly poetry event The Shuffle, and the co-editor of Poems in Which,
an online poetry journal that invites poets to submit work which must have a title beginning with ‘Poem in Which’. In November 2013, Amy published her first solo collection of poetry titled Luxe (Salt Publishing) which has been likened to ‘a delicious chocolate-box assortment of work’ that valorises rather then eroticises feminine vulnerability. More recently Key edited Best Friends Forever: Poems on Female Friendship (The Emma Press, December 2014) which is a collection of poems on the topic of sisterhood and friendship. 

www.amyvkey.com 

Home and I know / I am vagabond (Genesis, Grimes)

I dressed

the sky
was pinfire opal & the moon

hid her glare
in the lake of my thinking

I stood still till the sun

the night was a sash
come loose

the eventual wind
fuzzed up my thoughts    

(a contrary violet
of aloneness)

my thoughts
sapphire, quartz and bone
took to the water
& blued-up the sky

my underwater thoughts
blew kisses at the surface

my thoughts became
something birds
could drink from

before is an icicle
melting in my palm

about now
is a zebra I’ve never seen