TEPPEI ODA
GOES GOTH
Editorial 30TH OCTOBER / Fashion Story
'GOES GOTH'
Beauty lives in the shadows.
In Goes Goth, darkness becomes a language of its own — one that whispers through moss, fog, and silence. Set in Aokigahara, Japan’s fabled Sea of Trees, Teppei Oda’s vision reimagines the Gothic spirit not as costume, but as consciousness. Here, the forest breathes like a living archive — a mirror of human emotion where decay meets transcendence.
The silhouettes — structured, abstract, and otherworldly — emerge from the undergrowth like spectral figures. Each movement blurs futurism with folklore, restraint with rebellion. This is not the Goth of nostalgia, but of Neo-noir Futurism: a world where tailoring becomes ritual, and darkness becomes design.
In Oda’s lens, Gothic isn’t an escape — it’s an evolution. It’s the quiet power of introspection, the poetics of solitude, and the timeless allure of shadowed elegance.
For the styling, Raimu Yamazaki draws from the depth of Japanese Gothic heritage — echoing the rebellious spirit of Rei Kawakubo — blending vintage pieces with avant-garde samples by ANDY and ethereal form from MORIMORI.
Photographer Teppei Oda, Stylist Raimu Yamazaki hair Shun , Make-up Atsuya Inoue
models Remi Onodera @mille management Inc Transportation Nash Inc and Shuto Ishiwatari
This is beauty, stripped back:
clean skin, a deep muted lip, and hair with real texture — untouched, intentional.
A modern Gothic shift:
polish replaced by presence.
Softness edged with depth.
Asian features centered — not styled into cliché,
but shown as they are:
quiet, defined, undeniable.
Unpolished is the point.
Shadow is a choice.
Minimal. Powerful. Dark.
The elegance of the unrefined.
A gate flickers, breathless at dusk’s edge—Shadow pours and presence thins, A threshold brightens, beckoning worlds unseen.
Texture unfurls—quiet, undeniable,
Elegance breathes in darkness, unbound.
Mist coils through the silent sea of trees—
A torii trembles, crimson against shadowed pine,
Beyond the roots, another realm unfolds in breath and breeze.
Beyond the Surface
In the gentle hush of Aokigahara’s shade, beauty drifts softly—
Shadow becomes its own delicate language, a pale sigh among moss and mist.
A dreamy echo calls us inward: subtle, washed in quiet elegance,
where fashion and spirit glimmer at the edge of silence.
Each gesture floats—a tender breath wrapped in silvery fog,
soft rebellion painted with muted grace—
and what remains isn’t louder, just clearer,
a twilight shimmer, beauty lingering in the stillness.