allow me to exist here in this autumnal Boschian paradise imagined by that Belgian master of textiles and prints Dries Van Noten.
Also, for some strange sick reason I could hear ABBA playing in the background when viewing this kaleidoscopic meshing of decadent leathers, sugary typefaces, and fantastically cool eyewear. It just seemed right at the time, ok?
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