Carillon Phantòme


Gray and forgotten cities, summer fog, 3d holograms,  apparitions, shadows.
In the Hashima’s ruins life didn’t stop. Memories shining in the dark and in the silence and nothing is motionless: melancholic spirits dance behind large dark glasses. Every woman could be a ghost, between a thousand pois, 50s floral graphicism and embroidery of gray tears that become silver moon. Textile recycling, neoprene, extreme lightness, lace-ups, textile metaphors of the clash between real and memory.

Memories of a melancholy femininity  and of a past poetry that distorts the boundary between the real and the supernatural float. In these labyrinth of ash and copper, plastic and dried flowers, the silence of a ghost becomes the couture carillon of a new woman.