In elegant serif letters, the word Hogue crows the image - a mischievous echo of Vogue. Behind it stretches an African landscape like a wallpaper dream: patterned, distant, and luminous. At the center, a baroque chair stands in quiet absurdity, upholstered in refinement yet occupied by an unexpected guest - a warthog seated with perfect composure.
Both parody and portrait, Hogue plays with the language of glamour and wildness. It replaces fashion’s polished ideal with something earthbound, intelligent, and unbothered.
The warthog sits where models once posed, reclaiming the frame with quiet confidence - beauty, it seems, wears many faces.