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“I like to think that dying is like falling all the way back to where everything’s held to itself by memory.”

Love more and more queer genderless way to dress - that’s the liberation and emancipation of the man! 

this ist the lookbook of Flint James Mcdonald 

“For this collection I began with reference to 80’s New Romanticism where I considered the notion of wearing historical dress, referencing similarities between male and female attire and the exploration found in the art of ‘getting ready’ and bettering one’s self with delusions of opulence. With this in mind I researched poignant individuals throughout history whose delusions and lifestyles accounted to their fame (i.e Beau Brummel, Anita Berber and Kitty Winter) and wanted to convey a sense of debauchery within my collection whilst capturing the ritualistic nature which comes with the performative gesture of preparing oneself for an occasion. Exploration of gender is a reoccurring theme within my work when looking to antiquated dress codes of androgynous costume. Looking closely to the 15th, 16th and 17th centuries I attempt to challenge the distinction between gendered dress, which was once less prevalent, and also toy with delusions of grandeur and living out with our means” - Flint James Mcdonald.

Photography Furmaan Ahmed

Designer Flint James Mcdonald

MUA Madeleine Virginia Brown

Hair Claudia Veneroni

Set Furmaan Ahmed & Claud Veneroni

Models Samuel Froggatt, Patrick Williams, Elias Elmo Wahlström

“Love is the look she gives me when we both come from work and we’re tired, but one of us has to figure out what dinner will be, and so we both go into the kitchen, put our hands on our hips, furrow our brows at what’s in the fridge. Love is each of us showering before bed, one after the other. We can’t shower at the same time, because we like very different temperatures of water, and that’s love too. I brush my teeth and she pees. The fog in the mirror gives way to a portrait of the two of us preparing to sleep. It’s a portrait of love, and we look at it every night.” 

And he invented love again when Keisha said: 

“Love is the way her neck smells. That’s where it’s strongest, the side of her neck. And I lean into it and I breathe in, and I remember what it means to live with another person. Love is the hours we spend under a blanket on the couch, and love is also the hours we spend apart, earning a living so that we can return to the couch, once more lie down together. Love is the beat of the heart and the passage of air and it’s the circulation of fluids and it’s the equilibrium of all the functions that sustain us.”

And again when she said: