SHE DANCES WITH THE PATTERNMAKER’S GHOST IN DEAD STOCK COMME DES GARçONS

In the twilight spaces where fashion becomes memory and fabric carries the whisper of a hand long gone, she dances. Comme Des Garcons Not for spectacle or applause, but as a quiet invocation—an echo of movements past, stitched into the present. She wears dead stock Comme des Garçons like an artifact, like an offering. In this haunting choreogra