Scribbled garment portraits. A children's mind, fantasy and nightmares projected onto daddy's clothes.
Today's biotech-genetic Frankenstein craving eternal youth while fighting the war against antiageing.
The later years. Misused inside, decadent and pretty on the outside. The dressed body, a sad poem of loneliness.
The early years. Young and restless inside, broken and patched on the outside. The dressed body, a soft rebellion against fame.
Full-on leather business suit with a matte shine. Like a chocolate and latex coated McCarthy sculpture slash sex toy slash boy toy.
Trends do not exist anymore. But familarities.