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Iron Wings
$750.00 Make It Yours

BLE-004

Black Sweater

A ladybug rendered in chrome, its shell a set of plates, riveted and dripping. Across the sleeves, moth wings stretch into shadowed panels of belts, blades, and patterned steel. The body becomes an exoskeleton of straps and fastenings — part insect, part machine, part relic.

The composition grew from a single insect sketch, multiplied and transformed until it no longer belonged to the natural world. Instead, it became a hybrid: armor and ornament, fragility and weight, flight and entrapment.

This is not nature observed. It is nature reforged.
A metamorphosis you can wear.
Bound Witness
$650.00 Make It Yours

BLE-002

Blue Sweater

An eye on the front, unblinking. A mouth on the back, mid-cry. Between them, metallic chains coil across the body, wrapping sleeves and chest, binding front to back. Each link drips as if molten, each connection a weight or a tether.

This piece began with fragments — sketches of an eye, sketches of a mouth. Alone, they spoke. Together, they became a dialogue. The chains completed the conversation, asking whether vision and voice trap us or empower us, whether being bound is a loss of freedom or a kind of protection.

Wear it as a question, not an answer.
SOLD SOLD
Orbital Drift
$750.00 Make It Yours

BLE-003

SOLD TO COLLECTOR, Brisbane
“I’ve been collecting art for years but never thought about wearable pieces. This bridges that gap perfectly. One-of-one means it’s actually collectible. Smart addition to my collection, but as told by Bleeche, wearable. – John”
One-of-one. Not restocked.

The zipper is a divide, holding its own gravity.
To the left, an astronaut drifts untethered. To the right, a satellite keeps silent watch. A barren planet curves across the hem — not Earth, but somewhere lonelier, more remote. Above, a moon and nebula marks the hood like a moment to reflect.

Around the back, a massive space station dominates the fabric, flanked by the starts and anchored by the planet below. The design doesn’t scatter stars at random — it builds an architecture of isolation, discovery, and distance.

It is not a scene you wear. It is an orbit you inhabit.
SOLD SOLD
First Bind
$700.00 Make It Yours

BLE-001

SOLD TO COLLECTOR, Surfers Paradise
“I bought it because it’s one-of-one and I wanted to support the work early. Now I wear it constantly and people always ask about it. Glad I didn’t hesitate and miss out. – Jay”
One-of-one. Not restocked.

Black Sweater

A chain drapes the shoulder, runs down the front, and loops across the back — heavy links wrapping the body as if the wearer is part of the mechanism. The paint drips like molten metal, giving weight and motion to what should be fixed and cold.

This was the origin point: the first time a design didn’t sit on fabric but moved through it. Not front or back, but both, connecting across seams and sleeves. The chain became the path into immersion, the first step into garments as continuous canvases.

A structure you step into.
The foundation of bleeche Immersive.

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Iron Wings

BLE-004

A ladybug rendered in chrome, its shell a set of plates, riveted and dripping. Across the sleeves, moth wings stretch into shadowed panels of belts, blades, and patterned steel. The body becomes an exoskeleton of straps and fastenings — part insect, part machine, part relic.

Bound Witness

BLE-002

An eye on the front, unblinking. A mouth on the back, mid-cry. Between them, metallic chains coil across the body, wrapping sleeves and chest, binding front to back. Each link drips as if molten, each connection a weight or a tether.

Orbital Drift

BLE-003

The zipper is a divide, holding its own gravity. To the left, an astronaut drifts untethered. To the right, a satellite keeps silent watch. A barren planet curves across the hem — not Earth, but somewhere lonelier, more remote. Above, a moon and nebula marks the hood like a moment to reflect.

First Bind

BLE-001

A chain drapes the shoulder, runs down the front, and loops across the back — heavy links wrapping the body as if the wearer is part of the mechanism. The paint drips like molten metal, giving weight and motion to what should be fixed and cold.

The zipper is a divide, holding its own gravity.
To the left, an astronaut drifts untethered. To the right, a satellite keeps silent watch. A barren planet curves across the hem — not Earth, but somewhere lonelier, more remote. Above, a moon and nebula marks the hood like a moment to reflect.