White t-shirt, boyfriend pants, tuxedo vest and a pair of loafers

During the early 90s in my childhood memories there lived tales of great men in black suits, smoking cigars and do black business. There was Corleone family of The Godfather. There was David "Noodles" Aaronson from Once upon a time in America. Power struggle, lust, love, greed, betrayal, sacrifice, scheme, violation were scarily addicted. The old world of Sicily mafia in American society is something that is so dark and beautiful, glory and vanity. I found nothing is more captivating than that. Not always the goody pretty street style and freestyle, I want to re-capture that intensive feeling of mine once again through this photoshoot. 

On top of everything, I want to show people from my perspective that women can wear men clothes. Not the copycat. A woman wear menswear doesn’t mean she has to become a man or act like a man or look like a man. That perspective is brutal. What we see here is a sense of style/fashion and from that style her personalities shine through. Firm, unshakeable, trustworthy, strong will; they are crucial to determine a refined human, aren’t they?