A crushed velvet blazer embossed with decaying roses hangs next to a corset made of latex and forget-me-nots. This is not your grandmother’s chintz. This is botanical horror and ecstasy. The lighting here is low, amber, casting the textures into high relief—the slick of the petal, the rasp of the thorn.
A crushed velvet blazer embossed with decaying roses hangs next to a corset made of latex and forget-me-nots. This is not your grandmother’s chintz. This is botanical horror and ecstasy. The lighting here is low, amber, casting the textures into high relief—the slick of the petal, the rasp of the thorn.