It began: Bass drummed synchronically digital staccato like bullets against a televised backdrop of shifting train tracks and electricity cables. Technology—invited the urban militant wear and strange, alienated models to emerge from an abysmal black backstage like tactile robots. These shielded martial babes could clearly deflect laser zaps, falling meteors or your supple emotionalism.
Leather bags, deep pocketed dresses and zippers sewn onto leather pants—or viscose ones laden with patches of brown cow’s hide—the sharp-witted girls certainly had places to hide pythons, pistols or blades. Gaunt faces accompanied by angular protrusions and chiseled extensions in the shoulders and hips of artillery wear certainly bestowed an air of dynamism.
Rusted metallic hues and faded colors were meant to evoke industrial elements. Button down blazers, leather gloves—high-collared superhero dresses in deep autumn orange or sour rose—the urban military wear elucidated by the continuum of refracted light–certainly satisfied the machine.
