Vol. 4
We present Volume 4. We should call it a “collection", but, let’s be honest, it’s none too conventional. Anyway, we call time on SS/AW, because in December it’s summer in Argentina, right?
Allow us to introduce the cast: Mailbox—the iconic satchel, eyes locked on yours over horn-rimmed glasses sexy; Montera—the torero tote, a fiery Spanish señorito with a sassy attitude; and Pacman—the pixie cross-body, frolicsome yet sophisticated, heads to the speakeasy in the after-hours.
As directors and producers, we pack in a generous dose of melodrama and passion in equal measure, the plot spun with intimate secrets and unexpected twists. This unlikely trio, whose egos unravel before our eyes, unveil the eccentricities of the human heart. It was inevitable that splashes of Almodovarian red would take the center stage.
Allow us to introduce the cast: Mailbox—the iconic satchel, eyes locked on yours over horn-rimmed glasses sexy; Montera—the torero tote, a fiery Spanish señorito with a sassy attitude; and Pacman—the pixie cross-body, frolicsome yet sophisticated, heads to the speakeasy in the after-hours.
As directors and producers, we pack in a generous dose of melodrama and passion in equal measure, the plot spun with intimate secrets and unexpected twists. This unlikely trio, whose egos unravel before our eyes, unveil the eccentricities of the human heart. It was inevitable that splashes of Almodovarian red would take the center stage.
