This year, the fog is outlasting every season. Saint Laurent sent its Summer 2027 menswear through a wall of white mist in June, models surfacing and vanishing for sixteen minutes, the shoes fogging up as they walked. The cloud was rented from Fujiko Nakaya, who at 93 is still making weather — this year she also flooded Tadao Ando’s concrete cylinder at the Bourse de Commerce until you couldn’t see the person three feet ahead of you. She’s been at it since 1970, when she wrapped the Pepsi Pavilion at the Osaka World’s Fair in the first walkable fog. She called it a negative sculpture, shaped by the wind.

Now the fog won’t lift. Berndnaut Smilde’s indoor clouds last about ten seconds before they fall apart. A.A.Murakami grew mist-filled bubbles out of a monolith for BMW, the disappearing being the point. Iris van Herpen keeps an algae gown alive under glass by misting it. Even Nicolas Winding Refn’s latest tone-poem Her Private Hellsees a mist roll over the city and bring death within. Why the fog now? Is it weather panic, a push back against crystal-clear HD, or something else? Whatever the case, we can’t see a thing.

• Fujiko Nakaya fills Tadao Ando’s rotunda with fog
• Saint Laurent’s Summer 2027 menswear emerges from the fog
• Berndnaut Smilde conjures fleeting nimbus clouds indoors
• Mist-filled bubbles grow at Art Basel

Cloud CoverBy @sequencebycosmos

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