
“Killer. Style.”
A man's obsession with owning the designer deerskin jacket of his dreams leads him to turn his back on his humdrum life in the suburbs, blow his life savings, and even turn him to crime.
This is a descent into absurd, darkly comedic obsession. It feels like a waking dream where the mundane twists into the macabre, driven by a singular, unhinged desire. The tone is unsettling yet strangely hilarious, a peculiar journey into a man's unraveling identity.

















