Often found stalking the narrowest streets the city has to offer, or lurking in hidden alleys, these creatures which have seemingly escaped the mind of the wonderful Ms. Demeulemeester, or broken free from the casing of Mr. Owens’ skull, define boundaries of age and gender, cloaking the body in layer upon layer of monochromatic garments, creating a uniform perfectly suited to the modern urban environment.
By no means a novel way of dressing, the play of textures and subtle patters adds a degree of refinement to an otherwise relaxed look. Alternatively, solid footwear juxtaposes the softness of a torso whose angles have been hidden by the layers of fabric.
