Louis Gabriel Nouchi‘s Spring/Summer 2026 collection asks a question: Do androids dream of wet desires? The answer comes in sharply tailored contradictions with clothes that feel both clinical and feverish, like a love letter written in binary code.

It begins with LGN’s signature weapon: the structured coat with its aggressive shoulders. But here, it gets taken apart and reassembled wrong, skirts bolt onto shirts like afterthoughts, pants dissolve into micro-shorts, and fabrics layer with deliberate discomfort. Sheer veils cling to oil-slick jacquards; latex whispers against dry cotton.

The palette sticks to Blade Runner noir, blacks that eat light, whites like exposed bone, sands that glow toxic. Models become near-anonymous figures, their hair styled into visors that obscure as much as they reveal. There’s something unsettling in how these clothes move: too precise to be human, too sensual to be machine.

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