Sunday, May 15, 2011

Man Raf Simons for The Perfect Guide

The icy look, the far northern and aplomb, but the rice that goes in your throat is closed, all that the eye takes in short, Matthew Brookes speaks to us in the reality of Raf Simons. A game of mirrors and echoes that continuously reminds us a picture of a man frozen elegantly, by precise gestures and voice cuts like a knife.

This summer of 2011 in which whites shine, cutting through space and time as inverted wings. Man Raf Simons for The Perfect Guide

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