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Sleeping Giants

Statuary Worship

The Board

Bourse de Commerce

Minimal

The Board

Cycladic Museum of Art

Marlene Dumas

Statuary Worship

Art × Fashion
October 15, 2025

Limbs on chin and chest of a Naxian marble God from 6th Century BC With eyes only for stone I floated for the first time at the height of a statuary-filled ...

Toasted Ice

Art × Fashion, Collaborations
January 18, 2025

“It’s all in the fit” tongues wag as an anchor cast candy wrapper green tees up to paddle revolving oars through a day in the life of John ...

Dust of Time

Collaborations
September 18, 2023

Sun-baked brick and stone with stalactite-type carving, fine glass and mirror work, inlaid paintings, a temple of love transmits beauty from a place of ancestry, my oasis. In collaboration with Humans ...

Shining Sun Arise

Art × Fashion
December 21, 2022

Bound by famine but confident, the fire within a velvet sky, I found my country isn’t hidden on the moon it is here on earth absent from my reach. A fairytale ...

Dark Forest Rose

Art × Fashion
January 9, 2022

Spaces that seep into you as you enter them, interlocking ribs hinged on double happiness. Everything is not everywhere, and the works of Carlo Scarpa, found here in the Veneto region ...

Solar Lily Eclipse

Art × Fashion
June 16, 2021

Trance sails around me Draped in the gossamer of the bay An indigo invocation The turquoise fabric too fragile yet Ruptures the screen Canvases hung in fluid waiting Swing from peak ...

Love Letter to the Divine

Art × Fashion
February 18, 2021

Monir joon, An angel in mirrored armor, your work reflects the multifaceted divine. A national treasure in your homeland of Iran, you are a hero to its diaspora and now, ...

Primordial Iridescence

Art × Fashion
August 11, 2020

The fox, coy and brazen, approached the light golden star to find behind her eyes the purest conception of the moon. The draw of mystery is a mirror clothed in inky ...

New York Warp

Art × Fashion
April 1, 2020

An oil puddle shimmers uninterrupted. As the lights smear and rift out of body now, to what do we owe this divine city our former experience. Who is we anyway? Roll ...