The House of Balmain presents a collection of astoundingly confident shades. Shades that exude a slowly simmering iconoclasm...a subdued negligence.

Like a burning painting in the Sahara, the shades breathe a life through the lens with a prosaic symmetry.
A bold spectator.

The intricate craftsmanship featured on the hinges reimagines a skyscraper with a gilded foyer.

Sharp edges that allow for pristine examination...and with hues of sand, beetle and agate, excuse me becomes the ultimate question that transcends.

Story by Alexander Mays
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