A febrile charge in the air.

A site of simmering tensions, peak summer, pulling between carnal restraint and release. Navigating order and an opposing impulse: a primitive drive, submitting to raw animal instinct.

The Wicker Man, directed by Robin Hardy (1973), anchoring a sartorial push and pull, journeying through stifling desire and deliverance.

Exploring the thrill and threat of giving way to nature, as officer uniforms unravel. The jacket re-examined and rendered in several forms, exploring McQueen’s incisive tailoring through a modern streetwise lens. Sliced with displaced patch pockets. Uniform fabrics and finishings applied to slashed bustier dresses. Every iteration sharply cut, rooted in the technical tailoring heritage of the house.

The body as a driving force with gestures engineered into garments. Shirting and poplin dresses cinched and pulled taut. Skirts and trousers low-slung. The bumster reinterpreted, adjustable with polished buckle hardware. Ease upheld, while holding the body’s contours.

Instinct overpowering an imposed order. Corsetry details liberated from tradition; form without restriction, applied to jacquard dresses and boots.

Towards deliverance, submitting to the raw power of nature. Abstracted insect prints unfurling into billowing parachute silk gowns. Dresses with scorched spray paint dégradé and scintillating fire embellishment. A sculpted and draped silhouette, cascading into flaming tendrils and layered silk chiffon.

Subconscious desires surfacing, shifting towards an incendiary climax. Free amid earth and the urbane.