Kiko Kostadinov
SSENSE
Oct 26 2019
Temperate States of Undress with the Designer’s New Collection
Ibiza is the archetypal site for self-indulgence. Temperate, flanked by the Mediterranean ocean, nearly 3000 hours of sunlight per year. It is here in the haze of hedonism where Barbet Schroeder’s cult classic was filmed—and where designer Kiko Kostadinov has chosen to portray his 00052018 collection in homage.
Photographed by Bolade Banjo and styled by Kostadinov, the collection channels elements of the Mediterranean landscape, and of ’s indulgent narrative. The Intarsia sweater features a psychedelic knit in terra cotta, cerulean, moss and blushed ivory. Trousers in stone. Utilitarian garments for navigating the landscape of pleasure.
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