LOOKBOOK ‘ENTERING MEMORY PALACE’ A/W25

(Entering memory palace)

As the angel doves fell toward the earth
their whispering wings left traces of ink
and people got stuck in their traces.

With every breeze of wind
fallen feathers stuck fleeting
memories to men’s feet, leaving

many marks… more marks… losing origins.

Dependent on remaining strings
one began to fear being erased,
anchoring in feeling.

Without ink,
they felt strong, then weak, lost
in their bodies, not protected, not liberated
and forgot how to communicate.

“We believe in what is written
the rules - they make things real ;
there is no useful transformation
………… no feel”

(Exiting memory palace)




Photos by Maan Methven
EMP text by Geraldine Vanspauwen
Buttons by Esther Alfvoet
Thank you Nina & Ayoub