JOSH GOOT

Goot returns to master a condradictory collection of undone rigidity where clean lines were offset by folds and crumples exaggerated enough to make you want to scrunch with both fists.

Harmonious chaos. Humble extravagance. The show could be wrapped up by  one (or a few) sweeping oxymorons. Feel free to insert your own here [                 ]. But in all seriousness it was all very well done and very Goot..  

Note: Check out those space-ninja rubber boots.

Photos from Oh Jamie.