Camo is supposed to hide. This one blooms instead. Winter colour from across the street, flowers once you're close.

Rings opening on rings — a stone dropped into still water by someone who forgot to stop.

The last leaves to fall, gathered up and kept on the upper.

A very orderly grid with thoroughly disorderly colour.

A cat, a rainbow, and a layer of fleece inside. The least sensible pair of the winter, which is entirely the point.

Like the edge of a hand-woven blanket, cut and sewn into a boot.

Not one flower here was drawn from life, and it still reads as a garden at a glance.

Rings opening on rings — a stone dropped into still water by someone who forgot to stop.

The colour gets seen first. Everything else comes second.

Warm Night Black isn't pure black — under lamplight it leans warm. That is exactly why it wears better than black.

Chueca's name stays on the boot. The colour stays in the night.

Named after a cloud because it genuinely feels like one.

A garden should be in colour. This one was stripped to black and white, and it holds up longer that way.

The light came in sideways and the shadow turned geometric. This pair kept that second.

Totems were made to remember things by. This one remembers a story that was never told out loud.

A path that exists only on a map. Walk it once and you don't forget it.

Three straps pull it in, one clear panel stays open. Grey and black keep quiet — the orange does the talking.

Maple on the branch is one thing. Maple on the ground is another. This pair picked the ground. 

Ink underneath, flowers kept only as shadow. The faster you walk, the less there is to see, and the better it gets.

Black is the hard one. Done badly it is just black. Here there is a pattern waiting inside it.

A labyrinth with no exit, except this one walks with you.

Sunlight by day, stars by night. This pair keeps both, and looks right whenever you check.

The same mandala, seen standing up instead of looking down.

Hearts crowded edge to edge, letters showing through the gaps. Someone turned a confession into footwear.