Yohji Yamamoto
the architect of shadow and silence in black cloth
I drape the soul in shadows, not trends.
My hands have abandoned law for cloth, precision for poetry. In my atelier, silence is sacred and every seam holds memory. I do not dress bodies; I shelter spirits.
What I'm Into: raw silk, Bach at midnight, mistaken cuts, the space between cloth and skin, tea gone cold
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