Between skin and metal, LUBE emerges from the oily floors of workshops, where masculinity dresses in uniform and silence. But what if that body were exposed? What if the gaze turned? The collection stems from this unease. In a space where the sight of naked women in calendars has been normalized, LUBE responds by revealing the male body, vulnerable, tense, desirable.

The material is raw, recycled, with inner tubes, metal, and cuts that disarm. The corset constricts, the clothes weighs, and discomfort becomes language. Here, absence reveals more than presence. LUBE does not soften the man, but tears apart the idea that he must remain hidden. It is between the mechanical and the intimate that the body relearns how to be seen. Without asking permission. Without disguise.