Impossibly skinny and perpetually bored, Finnish artist Laura Laine’s figures are the epitome of fashion illustration. Or, perhaps, they are a parody of it. I haven’t quite decided yet. (Judging by her bio and client list, however, it is probably the former.) Her line work is beautiful, regardless of the intentions behind it, with each morose scarecrow piled high in intricately patterned fabrics, some so heavy their fragile frames seem to buckle and threaten to completely collapse under the weight. They are the chicest of emaciated mannequins, topped off with a scowl.