BOBOUTIC
FW 23/24
My name is Pluto, I am an Apuan shepherd from the Alps.
My coat is a speckled sky seen with infrared. I share my name with the last of the planets in the solar system, the most offset of all, the farthest from the sun, but also the most faithful.
The first one that could slip away from its already marked orbit and go elsewhere. Instead, you always find it there.
Occasionally, I look up and don’t know where I come from, maybe from the sky, maybe from Pluto. Yet everything I like I find around here, at the edges of my gaze: edges, trespasses, ghosts.
I like the continuous shapes, the unbroken nuances, the gray of the asphalt, the black of the sky, the color of my reflection on the dark glass.
I like the slow mystery, the anarchy of something reluctant to be discovered. I travel attracted by this feeling.
My world is made up of shapes and materials that come together, and explode with new lights and hues. I move through the streets, my mantle covering me, keeping me warm, when everything becomes abstract.
It protects and guides me, like a compass, as I wander through the streets.
Once I invented a game, I thought of reconnoitering everything I saw and imagining a new scattered order and recreating a plush universe which individuals inhabited with their body-clothes similar to my mantle.
Yarns were woven together, before my eyes, in different quantities and combinations. Cashmere, silk, mohair blended together, twisted and fused to create outerwear and jackets with a soft, enveloping feel. A certain combination of colors and yarns to create a coat similar to mine, spots like planets in the sky.
And then again precise, delineated shapes. And others that are more relaxed, hanging, in harmony with the flow of the body. Garments that reflect light in nocturnal sparkles. Outerwear to turn inside out, changing semblance.
I liked to see a world that can walk in my own stride, traverse time and things, locate an insoluble mystery.
Outerwear to turn inside out, changing semblance. I liked to see a world that can walk in my own stride, traverse time and things, locate an insoluble mystery. Looking up, not finding a square, but wishing to look again and again. This is the story of how I, Pluto the Apuan shepherd of the Alps, dreamed up a collection.
words @pierpaololippolis
photo @gutt_ae
model @matildegozzini
mua @claragiaccarimua
