augustin teboul (15.30)
garments out of ones dreams. one of those you can not get a grasp on. you will fade in and out of it. but it will haunt you all through the night. and its creatures too. black, strong in a delicate way, bizarre but with beauty beyond words. a beauty you fear because of its darkness and complexity. i lost my heart. to augustin teboul. to their way of making dreams one never admits to have reality.
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photo: mercedes benz fashion week berlin
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