When a label that’s all about the dream of a smouldering, inferno body-heat, and luxurious decadence has resorted to lifeless catalogue shots like this— I mean, how many times has that mannequin pose been predictably peddled by fashion photography 101…???? Dire, corporate meddling to appeal to the masses is all this conjures up. Not a single lingering of smoulder, heat, luxurious decadence. If you’re the type that always dismissed Mert & Marcus as lesser copycats, this brand of safe, numb, generic catalogue shot by-the-books makes their previous plagiarism/homage seem like genuine high fashion dream-making. :sign:
I’d go with a threesome of Pooja, Imaan and Lineisy made up to their most smouldering inner-Sirens— all caremal-skin, ebony-lacquered hair right out of a vintage-y opium-veiled French Vogue fever, circa 1978. :dreams: