Dubai Fashion Week

Volcanic glass cools too fast to become crystal. It skips the lattice, the ordered growth, the slow arrangement of parts, and sets as it is. What remains is entirely natural and breaks like something engineered.

A fern grew in the dark with no intention of being looked at, and came out machined. A spring and a plant stem, laid on the same paper, confess to the same chemistry.

Coil, spiral, branch: forms that organise a plant from the inside, lifted out of the research and set on the body. Nothing here is applied. Everything here is load-bearing.

A brass grid repeats without mercy; inside each cell, a mark that never repeats. This is a palette that refuses colour and finds range anyway.