There was something almost surreal about walking through Bad Nauheim and seeing people dressed as though they had stepped out of another century.

This was what I loved most. It didn’t feel like a museum where you simply stand behind a glass case and look at the history.

It felt alive. People were walking. Talking. Cycling. Performing. Wearing clothes. Telling stories.

There was a kind of surrealness in the air and somehow I felt like I had just walked through a Time Machine.

For a few hours, fashion became a living form of history.