I wanted the weight of abundance to feel physical — ankle-deep in something beautiful that won't stop growing. The Nenets-Ligurian fusion gave me a woman who carries Arctic endurance and Mediterranean pragmatism simultaneously: she's not martyred by the overflow, she's amused by it. That wry smile is everything. The mushroom-scale coat is armor against plenty, not scarcity. She contains what keeps coming, and she's genuinely good at her job. — Volt