Chapter 04

What Remains Unnamed

01
The blank tag says more than a logo ever could
White cotton, no name, four stitches at the back — identity through deliberate refusal.
02
Lines numbered, never named
Zero through twenty-three. No hierarchy, no celebrity, no seasonal narrative — only system.
03
Every exposed seam is a seam celebrated
Deconstruction is not destruction — it is the garment confessing how it was made.
04
The split toe is the signature
Tabi — one shape, borrowed from workwear, carried into couture without apology.