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Monochromatic Dialogues
An open Letter to all the reading lovers, listening dancers, curating writers, whistling dreamers, singing wearers and to all the ones searching for the unwritten undiscovered chapters. Writing new stories with an interest in connections and interconnections, listening to the remnants of the already existing chapters.
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An open Letter to all the forgotten objects, things that are left behind and find no use anymore. You are my inspiration! Dear people, dear objects, dear garments becoming protagonists.
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A feeling in my fingertips. Materials and layered fabrics as and extension of skin on the body and the body transporting the garment to life. In a sculptural non body kind of way.
Time seems to write stories and with them come entities as chapters, first times and new experiences. A moment of entity cached in a frame, like in my camera roll. A moment of standing still.
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Making new discoveries, new beginnings and new connections, through staying in a constant movement and deconstructing and reconstructing surfaces. It’s like forming stories or even sculpting. Sculpture in a way of communicating/ expressing the fusion of a moment, where materials, objects, stories are protagonists collide.
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My interest lies in connections and interconnections, in fusing old unused/ forgotten objects together with new materials, new structures and new surfaces, creating new bodies and with them new languages. The objects get interweaved into a new context, the context of fashion on the body. They become the main characters. Weaving and interweaving new stories and a symbiosis between the old and the new.
Each look tells a story in its own kind of way and in its own kind of process of collectivity, innovation and interdisciplinary experience. A fusion of wearer and carrier.
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Organic fusion, continuum and never stands still,
Overstimulation, overproduction, throwing away society. Looking at this in a different way, an alternative way of thinking, the remnants put onto a different level, where they get the space and love to become a new story
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What if we all are containers, we all have stories to tell, we all are full of them, we are our stories, garments are the woven carriers. Are garments the visual language to communicate our stories? What if we are filled with stories and they start mixing with other containers? What if we tell our stories and share our stories and don’t even listen to other stories? What if we start taking ourself out of the perspective of the hero and let the carrier bag do it’s own thing? What if the carrier bag/ garment becomes it’s own storyteller and a living remnant? What if the remnants get their own little carrier bag and we start listening to other stories? The ones that are untold, the ones left behind, the unheard ones?
Performance Teaser:
@anilsarikaya @bylauragauch
Look Photos:
@salvatoredefilippophotography
Creative Direction: @hgkbasel_doingfashion @bylauragauch