So much tension. So much consciousness. No self-awareness though. How scary to stop and stare at the self, believed to be one, denied as the broken mirror of one’s soul. And we rush, […]. To read the whole piece, pre-order →
And all together they are selling their souls away, sighing for the great world. Seducing each other to follow the same path. Delicious dictatorship of a forever lost humanity. Golden days still remain, insatiably running, like poison in their veins. →
FROM THE ORIGINAL TO THE COPY, HOW TO TRANSLATE ITS TRANSIT FROM THE CATWALK TO THE STREET? Considered as the prison to the soul in Antiquity, referring to Plato’s theory, the body went more recently through the lenses of modernity and →
As a new commission for The Lujon Magazine, a reunion of grand camp figures to help preserving l’amour du Beau among the hopefully soon to be extinct human race. The probably is supposed to be keeping people alive. Cocktails too. Infuriated →
There is like an autumn’s feeling about fashion weeks these days, magic flown away like leaves lying on the ground. Almost lost and forgotten deep within Instagram’s meanders and Snapchat’s short memory, collections run out the catwalks, faster than light →
Another piece exclusively written for The Lujon Magazine. Back to the Renaissance and its labyrinths of love and secrets. A sneaky invitation to the most famous bedrooms in history. Or when Mona Lisa never was Leonardo’s muse. /C.