At the beginning, there was the ocean, water, and a pure idea. That is how all living things are born. They arrive in this world to breathe, adapt, and change.

But where is humanity in all of this? Do you still feel your connection to the earth?

I do. And more than anything in the world, I am afraid of silencing, of scaring away that wild beast within myself.

I am tired of falseness. Of tight walls, concrete, plaster, and the endless roar of cities. Of the electric whisper of images generated by neural networks and of mindless consumption. I say no to shoots for the sake of shoots, to imitation without originality, and to images that have not been lived.

I want to take fashion out of studios and sterile cycloramas and into the wild. Onto stones, underwater, into tall grass, under the piercing wind—to places where clothing and people must survive. Let the fabric get soaked, stained, and tangled in branches. Let the garment change and come alive, because only what contains life changes.

From everything artificial, I take only the light. The net of flashes and impulses so that this wild, and at times frightening, beauty can be seen.