Polymath and creative genius Aitor Throup cracks open the door to reveal his mysterious and profound aesthetic and discuss his artistic/fashion/design practice
I often think of the flâneur, a figure who simultaneously evokes a melancholic desire for the past, a drifting contemplation of the present, and a longing for the eternal instead of merely for the future.
Lying on your back in the Great Lawn, your feet flexed into the warm grass, the breeze whispers memories and you forget where you are. Time detours, and you could get lost in the openness and calm, save for the occasional clinking of a metal bat and the cheers of yuppies on their night off.