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Sit down

your prescription is ready, and

the medicine is prepared.

its time

to feel my razor sharp tongue,

spitting truth in your face-

revel in my blood and

gasp at how it tastes.

Don't be scared-be open

like your mouth

when I serve you my truth.

I am not a designer of delicacy, 

nor a creator for comfort.

I am a surgeon.

And, here, pain is tailored.

I cut where it aches, 

sew where it scars-

I take the unknown and I

Make it known, all so

The patients of the underworld

Can walk the line

Between beauty and destruction

Did you know-

I strip judgement to its bones?

I dress it in defiance,

Make discomfort the dress code, and

Indignation the invitation.

So, you-sitting so still, 

Breath held, hands clenched, 

Will you tell me-

Does my authenticity burn?

Does it taste sharp in your veins?

Do you feel concerned?

Or have you finally acquired

To the taste of rebellion?

Good.

Swallow it whole.

After all, this is not a show

This is surgery 

…

Are you ready?

- Eleanor Louise -
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Brian De Carvalho Presents A/W Couture Collection 2025:“It’s a famine of beauty, honey! A famine of beauty…my eyes are STARVING for beauty!”

 

London, UK  – Friday, June 13, 2025 – For Spring/Summer 2025, Emerging designer Brian De Carvalho stages a breathtaking descent into the grotesque and the sublime. Set inside an abandoned hospital, the runway transformed into a surgical theatre of emotion — where beauty and brutality, life and death, coexist in tender confrontation.

 

This season, De Carvalho revisits the opulence of bygone couture, but through a lens shattered by contemporary unrest. Numbered models present themselves to a starving audience, echoing the drama of mid-century salon shows — but here, lace is replaced by razor blades, satin by scorched tulle, and feathers by latex that clings like second skin. Beauty is no longer effortless; it is dissected, distorted, and reassembled. Garments appear post-trauma,  burned, blood-stained, torn as if surviving their own collapse. These are not clothes; they are relics. Each piece a reflection of pain, a symbol of rebirth.

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"I wanted this collection to feel like a scream that had been stitched into silence — like something once delicate, forced to harden. Beauty, to me, has always been something earned through survival." — Brian De Carvalho