Silk collar. Golden teeth. Smudged lipstick like a saint’s relic.
We dress like it’s Sunday mass and scream like it’s Saturday night.
The pearls are fake, the ink is real.
The suit is borrowed. The chain is a prayer.
We dress like it’s Sunday mass and scream like it’s Saturday night.
The pearls are fake, the ink is real.
The suit is borrowed. The chain is a prayer.
Everything’s elegant — until it bleeds.
Gold where there should be silence.
Scribbles where God forgot to finish the line.
Gold where there should be silence.
Scribbles where God forgot to finish the line.
This isn’t fashion —
it’s a shrine of contradictions:
✔️ Classic tailoring
✔️ Liturgical bling
✔️ Divine mess
it’s a shrine of contradictions:
✔️ Classic tailoring
✔️ Liturgical bling
✔️ Divine mess
"Gold Stains & Holy Errors" is a visual confession.
Where formality meets fury,
and every polished shoe steps on spilled ink.
Where formality meets fury,
and every polished shoe steps on spilled ink.
