A design system pulled from the soot and gaslight of post-war Birmingham — wet-slate grays, tweed browns, and the single orange ember of a struck match in a dark yard. It trades every warm nicety for industrial menace: fog-choked backdrops, foundry-stencil type, brass and gunmetal hardware, and a cap-brim shadow cutting across every frame.

Everything is desaturated to the edge of black-and-white, then bruised back to life with furnace amber and the deep oxblood of a wool three-piece suit. It reads like a canal at dusk — cold zinc sky, hot forge glow, tweed and gunmetal, hands working in the smoke.