In a world that often rushes toward fleeting trends, Ivarluski Aseron stands still — poised, precise and purposeful. He is not a designer who follows the noise. He is the quiet force who reshapes silhouettes, who elevates minimalism into art, who tailors identity into every stitch. With every collection, he doesn’t just send garments down the runway — he sends architecture, philosophy and soul.
A legacy of precision and passion
The last time Aseron commanded the runway at Fashion Watch in 2011, it was more than a fashion show — it was a seismic moment in Philippine design. To this day, that collection remains a benchmark, referenced in hushed reverence by industry insiders and style savants alike. This year, Aseron stirs the scene once more with a masterful return: a collection defined by clarity, structure, and a deeply personal kind of chic.
But for the man behind the vision, the journey was anything but conventional.
From scrubs to silhouettes
Born the youngest of six, Aseron’s name is a unique fusion — “Ivar” and “Kluski” —a n early sign that he was destined to mix elements and redefine norms. After high school, he planned to enter fine arts. But fate, in the form of chickenpox, led him into nursing — a course he completed with quiet diligence, even as creativity pulsed underneath.
“I would draw at the back of my notebooks,” he recalls. Even while studying life sciences and patient care, Aseron nurtured a dual life in photography and painting. But it was fashion that ultimately consumed him.
In 1992, while preparing for the nursing board exams, his mother whisked him away on a holiday to the U.S. That pause from structure became a pivot point. Back in Manila, he skipped the boards. Instead, he launched a small t-shirt business with silkscreen designs sold in Greenhills. From the stalls of tiangge to the runways of Manila — Aseron’s rise had begun.
A sharp eye, a steady hand
His real break came in 1997 when he attended a seminar by professors from the Fashion Institute of Technology. There, he worked on mood boards with fellow designer Oj Hofer — a spark that ignited his future.
Soon after, Aseron responded to an ad for a designer at Bobby Novenario’s boutique. With no formal training but an eye for styling and a hunger to learn, he was hired in 1998. He styled shoots, observed fittings, and absorbed the intricacies of the trade. He credits Novenario for opening doors — and minds.
In 1999, with a push from Novenario, Aseron joined the prestigious Philippine Fashion Designers Competition. He immersed himself in textile research, dyeing his own fabrics at the Philippine Textile Research Institute. His entry — an intricately dyed pinukpok ensemble inspired by the rice terraces — landed him as a finalist and caught the attention of the Young Designers Guild, where he became a member in 2000.
Sculpting silence
What sets Ivar Aseron apart is not flamboyance — but restraint. His clothes are exacting. They whisper instead of shout. Yet in their quietude lies power: funnel-neck jackets that cocoon the body, asymmetrical tops that suggest movement, pinukpok and indigenous fabrics that mirror heritage through modern construction.
He designs like an architect — each piece a blueprint of discipline and soul.
“I honestly don’t think of myself as a famous designer,” he shares with characteristic humility. “It surprises me when people I meet know me.”
Faith, function and fashion
While his fashion journey soared, Aseron never entirely left his nursing past behind. In fact, it grounds him.
When his diabetic mother bled from a wound at the dining table, it was Ivar who administered first aid without panic. When his father fainted from a treadmill injury during the pandemic, it was Ivar who took his BP and stabilized him before heading to the hospital. Even in his atelier, clients and staff can get their blood pressure checked — just another sign of how deeply he cares for the people behind the glamour.
“God is always guiding me,” he says, “and I just keep going.”
A name etched in craft
He may not court the spotlight or drop celebrity names, but Ivarluski Aseron is woven into the very fabric of Philippine fashion. He is a designer’s designer — admired for his technical prowess, his quiet resilience, and his unwavering devotion to craft.
Asked whether he still sees himself doing this in the future, his answer is simple: “I’m here until my clients still want me.”
And they do. Because in every garment, every seam, every sculpted shoulder or structured curve, Ivar Aseron gives more than fabric. He gives form to a dream — cut with care, stitched.