Ecthomo: Gibbous Fashions

My friend in fashion-fecundus, Jilly, once asserted that deconstructed fashion, by and large, is in a positively woeful state; and to be perfectly honest I am apt to agree. Chopping out the neck of a t-shirt, ironing on a few patches, and sewing ribbon in a few places to effect a gathered look does not an item of deconstructed couture make.

Further, visible stitches in old olive cloth, safety pins, and runs in haphazardly stacked stockings also does not an item of deconstructed couture make. Yet otherwise observant people seem convinced that this is the way these fashions are meant to be executed, applying their incorrect opinions to work that more often than not results in something awful.

Gibbous Fashions is the antithesis to those that can not understand, creating perfect (a word I refuse to use lightly) understated, deconstructed fashions. Do the models all look like hobos? You’re god damn right they do; impeccably dressed hobos with whom I want to while away my days in ivy covered gardens drinking weak tea from chipped sets and looking fabulous in the process.

The photography of her pieces may be a bit dark, making a good gander at the high level of detail that’s gone into each piece difficult, but the items in the shop (yes, there are in fact pieces for sale that don’t cost your first born) speak for themselves. Have a look, and if you have the means snatch up any items that remain. Not to do so lands you squarely in “remiss in Ectomo Fashion Brigade duties” territory, and the penalties for that, dear reader, are high.