OFFICE SPACE - TEXAS 1999

EIC Alessia Fagioli Galeone

Art Direction Lorenzo Louis Pradelli

Photographer Max Vom Hofe

Stylist Jeanna Krichel

Model Arina Besedina / Independent Management

Make up Luciano Chiarello/Julian Watson Agency

Hair Giovanni Iovino/Julian Watson Agency

AI Artist Nina Lemm

Photo Retouch Peter Hansen

Set Designer Noemi Brolatti

Set Designer Assistant Anca Adina Bettega

Photographer Assistant Alessandro Triulzi, Giulio Guidi

Stylist Assistant Nuria Acanfora

Producer Ornella Tortorelli

When did the Office become a ghost and we became data?

There was a time when work meant coffee breaks, awkward elevator chats, and a sense of belonging, or at least, a reason to wear real clothes. Fast-forward to 2025 and the office isn’t just dead, it’s haunted. The desks are still there, the lights still buzz, but the people? They're gone.

And in their place? Silence. Or worse: algorithms. Inspired by the 1999 cult classic Office Space, this editorial doesn't play dress-up.

It asks: what happens to the soul of a space when the human element is deleted? What happens to us? In the images: structured Chanel meets desks, Marni slips through loneliness, and Calzedonia tights stretch across a system no longer built for flesh. It's fashion in a dystopia we’re already living. Because this isn’t fiction, it’s the data-projected reality of a world that’s quietly deleting the human touch. 4 million jobs. That’s how many are expected to disappear in the next 10 years in Italy. A silent exodus from presence to program, from conversation to code.

We used to say, “I’m more than just a number.” But now we’re asking: am I even still here at all? Sure, progress is sleek. It’s efficient. But is it lonely, too?

We’ve traded face-to-face for face-to-screen. We dressed up for the job we wanted. Now we’re just dressed up, and alone, in a world run by artificial intelligence.

So the question is: What does it mean to be human in a place designed for machines? And better yet: Can fashion bring the emotion back, if only for a moment, into spaces that forgot us?