The whole thing was as if a bunch of boy scouts had rifled through their father’s closet while he was away, but with a weird, Kostadinovian twist – the way the models would seemingly stop at random points to pop a hip and show off their garb. Some had even scrawled moustaches onto their lips in an act of wannabe adulthood. It seems for Kiko Kostadinov, we’re all just kids pretending to know what’s up.
Photography Cris Fragkou
