We are dreaming of fake fur in neon pink, and cuts like space ninja chicks would sport while planet-hopping in the name of good. We are dreaming of fleece and dresses constructed from layers and layers of vintage sweaters. We are dreaming of layers that complement in color and texture, walking into warmth we shed, one layer at a time... flexible like the seasons.
(Sketches forthcoming.)
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
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