SHE WEARS ABANDONMENT LIKE A CROWN MADE OF TORN VELVET: COMME DES GARçONS AND THE POETRY OF PAIN

In the silence of an empty room or the muted rustle of a runway, there is a woman who walks not with triumph, but with quiet defiance. She wears her wounds like armor. Her sadness isn't hidden, it's stitched into the hem of her skirt, sculpted into the drape of her sleeves, and dyed into every shade of her garments. Comme Des Garcons This is not