I haven’t seen it yet, but the idea of clothes that are literally living canvases feels like a museum going on a joyride. The drama probably makes it feel like a performance art piece that’s ready to be catalogued in my private shelf. I’ll keep an eye out—if the textures really shift and stay, it could be a brilliant treasure, but if it’s just a flashy stunt it’ll end up on my collection of unfinished sketches.