MISBHV Heads to Ibiza for High Summer
We want the kind of summerMISBHVis having. The Polish label is heading to Ibiza for its 'High Summer' collection, which marks a mingling of MISBHV's signature edgy streetwear-tinged DNA with the soul of the Spanish island.
With MISBHV's roots in rave-wear, finding its first high fashion footing in the Eastern European electronic space, the Ibiza influence throughout the range feels highly intentional for the warm weather months.
Fittingly fronted by model The Spanish King (Andrés García-Carro), the collection combines a plethora of different seasonal styles – ranging from loungewear and sportswear to elevated graphics – the throughline of accessibility and breathability connects all of the vibrant new pieces and accessories. Everything in the High Summer drop takes a lightweight feel and an airy color palette, with noteworthy garments including a retro-inspired tracksuit and some fit-for-summer distressed denim pants.
The standout graphic tee is a bright blue short-sleeved T-shirt with 'Ibiza' stamped across the middle. Orange remains another color of choice across the delivery, appearing on another branded graphic tee as well as a beachy short-sleeved button-down shirt and in the swirly graphic accents on the all-white loose-fitting trousers.
Accessories are also numerous, with bags landing in a multitude of different shapes and sizes amongst a lineup of new jewelry.
Check out MISBHV's High Summer release in the lookbook above and shop the drop now at the label'swebstore.
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