These pieces of clothing are an attempt to make something that is cool, something that people keep close, something that is a product, and something i can do without studio space. The first one (that is not here) appeared to me in a dream in October.

The dream :
‘SOMETHING MEANS SOMETHING.
NOTHING MEANS NOTHING’.

I chose to simply follow what appeared to me. I still have a very hard time putting into words what exactly ‘works’ for me in these pieces (so find your own explanation honestly). But it does. In a very essential way. Just like the words ‘soul’, ‘love’, ‘fate’,…. They are as superficial as they are deep. As aesthetic as they are linguistic. As cool as they are lame, maybe? I don’t really know. Do not hesitate to send me a better analysis.

_{Malou Moy}

plastic is plastic
soul is soul

_{Franek Michon}

_{Shino Matsuura}

_{Simon Coops}

_{Tosia Chomik}

_{Penelope Wood}

_{Xiker Gabirondo}

_{Djoa Best}

_Ines

_{Fionnan Gonzalo Ó Murchú}

Emma Rose

hope is hope
broke is broke

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_{Kick hoogewerf}

_{Lena Hoppenbrouwers}

_{Tom harberts}

_{Mia Ferreira}

_{Jonas Bleijerveld}

_{Alyssa Oedit}

_{Siene Roos}

Layla