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Many patterns are established but, what happens if we break them?

What happens if we start using our own patterns?

As in life, we can also break those rules in clothes.

In LPM we want to balance the way you feel these patterns.

Maybe it is not the use we should have given to them, but is how each individual desire to use them.

Just as everyone lives and follows their own patterns by their own choice, we want you to do the same with our clothes.

It’s all about how you feel in your skin.

Balance your patterns to build yourself a better soul.

By Rocío Montes Suárez

LPM 360º

Hi guys!

It’s finally time to tell you about what it means to be in a LPM shoot!

DAY 1.

The location of today’s shoot is Mia’s childhood home, a small villa enveloped by greenery and surrounded by a quiet and old peace, a perfect place to escape the chaos of Madrid.

I welcome the contagious smile of photographer Jose, a ecentric guy with a visibly nineties style who works in the digital world and has been part of the LPM family for years. Between a beer and a cigarette, he introduces me to his partner Edgar and together we head inside the house.

I take all the necessary clothes out of my suitcase and in a moment the whole salon is filled with printed and Damask fabrics in perfect Pecos style!

Alex and Mia are out in the garden with the protagonist of today’s shoot, Adrian, guitarist in the band Monteavaro and main lead of the Black Maracas and Dilly Child.

After enjoying this strange spring sun for a few minutes, everything is ready to start, so the show may begin!

The music of Deep Purple floods the whole environment and between changes of the looks, play of lights, laughter and some more beers we give life to photos and poses in perfect rock star style, until we are interrupted by the arrival of the real diva of the day, Jara, Mia’s parents’ adorable terrier puppy, who immediately steals the attention of everyone present – it’s so cute!!

We head upstairs where other shots are made between the bedrooms of Mia’s childhood, sunglasses and portraits of exotic and elegant animals.

Once finished shooting the party continues with drinks and other, while Mia’s mother tells us various anecdotes about the childhood of our designer, but I’m not gonna tell you bitch!

DAY 2.

Sunday mornings are more alive than ever, Madrid is invaded by an almost blistering sun, which fully stands out in the beauty of its ancient buildings. When I leave the Tirso de Molina subway, the colours and life of the Rastro, a typical antique market in the La Latina neighbourhood, overwhelm me and now I understand why Madrid is called the city “que nunca duerme”.

Mia & Alex’s house is already in turmoil: today’s model, Pablo, is playing the guitar together with the photographer Alvaro, while Martina is engaged in the make-up session with Amal. In the kitchen the radio is on full blast and between coffee and cigarettes we are ready to head towards today’s location, the Real Jardin Botanico of the city.

The theme of today’s shoot is “Alice in Wonderland” for which clearly, besides the unmistakable fabrics of LPM, one cannot forget the bright hair and white rabbit masks.

The first photo session takes place in the greenhouse, where the models pose surrounded by lush tropical vegetation that enhances the peculiarity of the garments they wear; the skilled photographers and friends of Mia e Alex, Alvaro and Carol, a couple who are starting a project called I-C Project, immortalise shots and moments, while Mia and I give take turns to check that everything is in order.

The second part of the photo shoot takes place outside, between the gardens and the impressive white stone monuments that tower among the green oases; here, among feathered hats and masks, all the energy worthy of the mix between LPM and Lewis Carroll’s mad story is released.

The morning ends with a “masked” toast under the Madrid sun.

DAY 3.

My hands are stained with the coloured, almost metallic dye that Mia and I used to colour the hair of the guys belonging to the band that is the protagonist of today’s shoot, a series of shots that want to convey the idea of ​​space and strength of the subject that comprise it.

We cannot yet reveal who the protagonists are, but for this reason, stay tuned bitches!

Outside it is raining heavily, the photographic studio is hidden in one of the central streets of the city, in its beating heart that comes to life in a different form; the profiles of the buildings almost sparkle, reflecting in the rivulets of water on the road.

Today’s photographers are Nuria, a sweet and exuberant blonde girl with blue eyes, who has been part of the LPM family for a long time and her assistant Monique, whose black hair stands out on her light skin with an almost ethereal kindness.

The lights come on, lenses are focused and the show begins; inspired by the music that never lacks in the pecos family, funny and original shots are made.

Time passes and the songs follow one another in a coming and going of look changes and research of innovative poses, a frenetic and at the same time adrenalising rhythm that characterises every photographic service realised in the studio.

After the last click the lights go out and between drops of rain and bags overflowing with clothes, the evening ends as usual with a beer and a laugh.

Taking part in an LPM shoot is like attending a typical Christmas dinner with friends and relatives, it means being in a family and having fun but at the same time minding that every detail is perfect to create an excellent and original work.

From here we can understand very well the commitment and the passion that Mia and Alex have for their work and the care they put into every single thing. It becomes clear that they are perfect and complementary with the clothes, the printed and Damask fabrics that so characterise them, and that they could never do anything but this.




Thursday. 18.30h. I’m late.

I run through the  station, wrapped in my Supremes dress, hoping not to miss the train. I feel the cloth billow out behind me, the length getting tangled in my legs while I climb the stairs at full speed. The general public beaming, me the frantic loon, in a hurry,  wearing a wicked yellow dress.

I know the way by heart, but nevertheless, I follow the trail of stickers that Mia and I have passed so many times before . When I arrive, the door is open, I hear voices coming from the now clear living room. People have already arrived …

 At first glance I see Silvia,  a striking model,  her  dainty arms on show full of tattoos,   she is pouring herself a large glass of wine. Close to her,  Nuria our photographer and solid member of the LPM family and Alonso aka Dramalón, who is almost two meters tall,  previously a basketball player however after a nasty injury  decided to change his vocation and dedicate himself to the world of fashion. The anchor of this rabble is Don Ricardo, whom Mia and Alex befriended one night at a rather drunken party, and in the confusión, was catechized into becoming their model.

 Mia approachs me in the corridor, she is wearing a wonderfull velvet evening dress, accompanying this strong look are some really long braids, I told her she seems fresh out of Vikings. She laughs and gives me a wink.

Alex joins the scene humming and thumping , he ventures into the living room and reels towards one of his sculptures,  the cigarette that usually rests in the sculptures mouth. He lights, takes a drag and closes his eyes for a moment,  preparing for the evening that awaits us, the storm that is coming.

The hours pass, between a sea of bottles of wine and canapés, velvets and silks, the comings and goings of people to the fitting room, the music that goes from Bowie to the Stones and from The Strokes to The Kiss. The bell doesn’t stop ringing, people don’t stop arriving. The ashtrays are overflowing with cigarettes and cigars finished and to finish.  I find a few empty beer cans abandoned in unsuspected places. The sticker “NO SMOKING HERE BITCHES” stuck on the glass of the balcony, closest to the collection makes me smile. The mutant chaos has returned and it seems to stay.

The Atelier has become a small celebration of life in which Mimi from Mad Girls Magazine is taking pictures, for a joint project that we have in hand. A couple of members of Chelsea Boots and Larry Balboa, photographer and drummer of The Parrots, hang around the room. I’m looking for Javier Moreno, beloved friend and LPM campaign model, I find him trying on a couple of shirts he says he fell in love with. Paco and his friends of the Cuervo Store, a unique sanctuary in Madrid of music and style, greet me from the other side of the room.

Amid the bustle Mia approaches me and asks me the million dollar question: Have you seen Sergio? I answer that he has not arrived yet. We are of course talking about Sergio Monteavaro, madrilenian, blond and a musician of innate talent, who left his job to dedicate himself body and soul to the love of music. Tonight he plays for LPM and he is late. His band, Los Cariño, too.

I find myself in a jungle of clothes when suddenly the sound of the hangers squeaking against the  rails fades, with the rising of the soft and sexy percussion of Monteavaro quartet, there Ladies and Gentlemen, is where the magic begins.

There are four musicians, four personalities, four different instruments, however they come together to sound in the purest of harmony. Sergio in the center,  coerce s the guitar and drives the chord sequences. Fede, concentrated, carries the pace with his congas . Martin and Dude follow them. There is a tactile atmosphere as the warm melodies of there songs invite the stirring crowd down into there harmonious and groovy world. It is an honor for LPM, that they presents their new album with us.

Although the event stipulated from 6pm too midnight i still found myself in the hum-drum melee at 5am, it dawns on me that we are a family, jamming, laughing and drinking as the tándem Pioneers leed the fray…

There are normal evenings and there are LPM evenings. Tonight belongs to the latter. We have been  accompanied by artists, musicians, photographers, poets, models, stylists, creatives … And even some lost souls that passed by here. They have known us in one way or another. Everyone has different stories, styles, interests and lives. But if they have come here today, to Los Pecos Mutantes headquartes, it’s because something unites them and that something is LPM.

LPM is garments, but it is also music, friends, fun, art, love, happiness, tobacco, empty alcohol bottles and above all the beauty of chaos.

 This has only been the first of many. See you soon motherfuckers. Stay tuned.



I have the moleskine open on the table, the black pen rests on the page full of doodles, pausing for the  first lines of the story to write themselves.

 To my right the shutters of the balcony are half closed, just enough to let the light pass without , Madrid’s sweltering heat cripple us.

I rest for a moment, taking the view of the pile of vinyl, which is to my left, scattered on the floor. From here I can read WOODSTOCK stamped on the spine of the cover of one of them. Mia is in front of me, absorbed reading an email, her hair is half tied, it’s hot!!

 The Logical Song starts reverberating on the studio radio “When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful, a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.” Roger Hodgson’s voice fills the air and seeps into our chores.

 I don’t know why, I get the impression that this song has already been part of the LMP soundtrack before. I can imagine Alex and Mia walking the streets of Paris, at its rythm, looking for pieces of fabric from the markets, feeling the silks and playing with leftovers until reaching a stand in Le Marais where they fall in love some old Liberty paisley.

 I can hear Mia humming it’s melody while sewing the first of the LPM shirts for friends  and acquaintances in their studio in Florence, unique pieces made from these rare fabrics. I also hear a ruckus in the background as Alex and Mia celebrate LMP’s succes, people want more and perhaps for this reason they decide to begin to produce in small artisanal workshops in Tuscany.

 Oh, Tuscany. With those wonderfull landscapes, meandering paths, green fields and lovely villas guarded by spiked cypresses. Among these dreamy meadows is Scandicci, a small town to the south of Florence, where lies the small atelier of Cristina, the high priestess of spagghetti, cigarettes and sewing. With her help Mia and Alex decide to create their small and unique production.

 The Duo begin to start designing their own prints taking inspiration from a trip to the south of Spain. They capture in their drawings details of the Mezquita de Córdoba and the Real Alcázar de Sevilla. They are inspired by the thousands of motifs that adorns the Alhambra de Granada. The tiles, the mosaics, the gardens… Nothing is overlooked. They absorb all the beauty and the color of the places and back in their florentine house they transfer them to their designs littering the walls with sketches and ideas to carry out.

 With the help of Angus, Alex’s brother, they master their designs to perfection and start printing them on  natural fabrics, in their Scandicci workshop, enough to make 25 pieces of each LPM design.

 25 pieces to maintain exclusivity, quality and craftsmanship. 25 pieces made from unique prints and soft, light and fluid fabrics which result in garments with movement, that walks with you and envelops you in the colours and aesthetic of the LPM universe.

 This concept of their brand was influenced by the modern generations ability to lead a diverse lifestyle, needing elegant  clothes that enable them to walk into any scenario with confidence and flair everyday.

“Wear your soul on your skin”  LPM



When I arrived this morning at the Atelier, the sunlight filtered through the large glass windows, and gilded the delicate original pink velvet sofas while in the background were the first notes of Feels Like a Child by Devendra Banhart. This morning, upon entering the atelier, the sculptures seemed to whisper good morning. Sculptures, yes. They are everywhere. Like guitars and paintings, hanging and not hanging, books and clothing. 

 It smells like burnt coffee and on the living room table, wine glasses, obviously remnants of yesterday’s party. The dried flowers in the vase are just another example of the beauty of the chaos that reigns in Calle Conde de Romanones 5. 

 I’ve been several days thinking about this first post, looking for the right way to approach it. Trying to find the best way to introduce Los Pecos Mutantes, and the Fortuny painting hanging on the wall knows it well and is all seeing. 

 Maybe I should talk about Florence, that wonderful city that was witness to the creation of the firsts LPM designs. Florence, with its Renaissance facades and its imperfect pavements. Florence,  with its decadent beauty, invites you to dream and along with the love, music, art and fashion established the basis for LPM’s birth. 

 Florence, that has passed the baton to Madrid. To Madrid, with its frenetic pace and that special light that absorbs you and makes you feel like home. That’s it, because now Madrid is their home, their present, their future. Madrid with its old town, refuge of artists and creators, refuge of Alex and Mia. 

 Mia, to who i hear clattering down the long corridor. Mia, who has a light italian charming accent, very long long legs, and platinum blonde hair.  Alex, who changed the drumsticks for the brushes and the chisel. Alex, who is not just an sculptor and painter  but also designs the combinations of impossible prints. 

 Alex and Mia, Mia and Alex, who created from love and chaos of Los Pecos Mutantes, a parallel universe in which to escape, in which to be oneself, dream and enjoy the beauty of life.  

Is not just a label, LPM is a lifestyle.  Because of that, ladies and gentlemen, stay tuned because this has just begun.