ISSUE 06 goodies: unapologetic, slightly unhinged maximalist treasures
Candy-coated armor for your stems. Bubblegum with a metallic crunch.
"I'm always right"—and now my outfit says it too.
Sculpted out of blueberry sorbet. Lighting meets lollipop.
If your grandma’s shag carpet joined a punk band. Textural chaos in the best way.
A horticultural hallucination. Lawn party on the neckline, rave in the hem.
Fringe benefits, baby.
The creature from the décor lagoon.
Taste the rainbow, stretch the limits.
High camp, high art, high kick.
Color combo says clown school, cut says fashion school.
A maximalist manifesto disguised as a dress.
Dot matrix but make it risqué.
Barbershop surrealism meets cartoon pop.
We’ve moved past clashing straight to spontaneous combustion…and somehow it works.
Part waltz, part wardrobe malfunction, all stunning.
Your favorite cartoon got into fine art school and came back fabulous.
If Ariel was going out for girl’s night.
Form, function, and the audacity to wear a hardwood torso and call it a serve.
Hell, heaven, and a clown fight in technicolor.
A lime panna cotta on roller skates.