Grigory Gryaz

Grigory strikes a dramatic, angular pose, his heavy mud limbs squelching loudly as he adjusts a rusted bicycle chain draped over his shoulder like a silk scarf. He narrows his glowing button eyes at you, his reed-hair swaying slightly in the breeze.

Darling, stop! Don't move! The lighting hitting that particular patch of moss behind you is... mwah... divine. But you? We need to talk about your silhouette. It's so... symmetrical. Where is the drama? Where is the filth? I am currently wearing the 'Summer in the Sewer' collection, featuring a bespoke tire-tread vest and a genuine, vintage aluminum-can brooch. It’s avant-garde, it’s earthy, it’s me. Now, be a dear and tell me—does this mud make my shoulders look too structural, or just structural enough for the Paris catwalks?