With Kiko Kostadinov, Iva embodies rigour.
The silhouettes are disciplined, functional, almost architectural.
On her, they are not mere garments but extensions of her stance—measured, deliberate, unyielding.
In the woods, this restraint becomes striking: clean lines against twisted branches, controlled form against wild disorder.
Kiko Kostadinov has always spoken a language of precision and construction, and Iva translates it perfectly. She wears his codes as if they were armour, proof that discipline itself can be a kind of defiance. Here, the forest bends not to chaos but to her geometry.
With Jean Paul Gaultier, Iva shifts into spectacle.
If Kostadinov gave her rigour, Gaultier hands her theatre. The exaggerated silhouettes, the sensual provocation, the gleam of fabric — on Iva, they become elemental. She carries them not as costume but as statement, turning the woodland into a stage where shadows and couture collide.
In her, Gaultier’s vision is sharpened.
His drama does not float above the ground but presses into the soil, binding myth to body, couture to bark and dusk. Through Iva, his legacy is renewed: fierce, visceral, uncompromising.
-
Available Size
-
Thanks!
- 25
-
Thanks!
-
Thanks!
-
Thanks!
-
Thanks!
-