“Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up”
Since the new world began, people feel completely isolated; they think the only place outside heaven where you be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell. Once you love anything, your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken.
If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrapping it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safely in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. Inspired by the abstract artist, Niko Luoma, SS14 collection is mainly focused on showing the complicated feeling between to love oneself or not to love at all. Gun, knife and ghost are three main symbolic elements in developing the print for this collection. These represent the feeling of being hurt and getting pain.
Different shades of blue have also been used for developing the color, which represents the sophisticated mood and emotion deep inside of our A focal interest in the 19th century fine tailoring of the English aristocracy gets combined with the worker clothes as well as zoo suits with a lot of oversize shape represents the protection you need when you are being in love. All silhouettes are showcasing the sharpness of the British tailoring; but at the same time, having a lot of layering reserves the reserved elegance.
Waterproof is the main element on developing the fabric – coated wool, cotton, and polyurethane finished fabrics are widely used in every single piece of this collection. Spring/Summer 2014 collection is all about classical tailoring tradition with a new level of protection elements. Having the typical SixLee characteristics – elegantly tailored silhouettes in rich materials, clothes cannot just protect your physical self but your mental self – Your SOUL.
“We‘re all accepting the love we think we deserve…”
“Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all; What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call; All mine was thine before thou hadst this more. Then if for my love thou my love receivest, I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest; But yet be blamed, if thou thyself deceivest By wilful taste of what thyself refusest. I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief, Although thou steal thee all my poverty; And yet, love knows, it is a greater grief To bear love’s wrong than hate’s known injury. Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows, Kill me with spites; yet we must not be foes.–By William Shakespeare.