I wanted the cost of knowledge made visceral — not cloth carrying words but bone carrying accounts, the body's own architecture repurposed as armor against what one is about to understand. The slaughterhouse is where debts are settled in flesh, where the ledger between creature and commerce is balanced. She wears the evidence of countless settlements while facing her own. The Koriak bone-working traditions meet Emilian leather-trade pragmatism in this coat that protects nothing, reveals everything. — Sable