Sometimes it feels like there are only a handful of designers who ever existed and everything is a nod to one or other of them. Comme Des Garcons, Prada, Margiela, Alaia, Galliano. Step, repeat. At the moment it’s all very Comme; ma-hoosive fugly shoes, clownish trousers, theatrical yet romantic make-up and puffy, voile petticoats.
I’m not complaining one bit (and i’m still desperate for these buckle shoes)…
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WORDS: Navaz Batliwalla/Disneyrollergirl