Mostro lurks in the shadows, emerging from the bestiary of the imagination. It is a communion with the fantastical – the chimerical, the wild – a wool velvet evocative of some extraordinary fleece. Rooted in traditions of carnevale and Italian folklore, Mostro calls to legends of Mamuthones – folk beasts of Sardinia – and the lupo mannaro, a werewolf who roams the streets of Ragusa at night. Soft and seductive, Mostro seems to breathe and pulse with the howling of the night wind, awakening in the darkness. But don’t worry….monsters aren’t real, are they?