We are all foreign to someone, at some point. Not in a strange and alien way. More in a mysterious and adventurous way. The curious, ‘I want to know more’ type of foreign. With that ‘little bit of magic’ type of foreign. It’s for those who want to know the not known. For the ones that seek us out. Set apart. To set pace. We are sartorialists and explorers. We are inquisitive and unusual. Yes, we are all foreign at some point, but only for our uniqueness and individuality. These qualities bring us together. Not for us to be understood, rather, to be expressed. The new. The unexpected. The foreign.