Client: SweatShop & Cultuur Eindhoven

Client: Momantai

Client: Vintage Vetements

A new piece 

Worn once or twice

Washed and dried 

 

Bought 

for the lowest price

 

All ready something new

Endless variations 

 

The Lines  

The Trends

The Chaos

 

Always new narrations

 

Let’s wonder

Is this the best we can do?

 

Colors

Dyed 

In toxic factories

 

Fabrics

Woven

By childlike hands

 

Patterns

multiplied

In millions

 

Let’s wonder

What choice is made by you?

 

Keep buying new shit

Or be the second owner

 

Have blinders on

Or change your point of view

 

Follow your own path

Instead of the herd

 

Let's wonder

What is it worth


What is it worth to you?

The first line

A beginning

A feeling

 

The power of color

Bold and Fresh

 

Can you sense

What we are seeing?

 

Let us help you

Take the next step

 

Together
We start creating

A vision
A mission
to feel things differently

Together
we take the time to show you

All the possibilities

That we see

A question

A connection

From you to us

And us
To you

To design

And create

Collectively

Something

Authentic

And brand new

So tell me

Where are you from

Where are you heading

Where have you been

 

Who composed you

cherished you
kept you close to their skin

 

Were you hidden
In undiscovered places

 

Or on a voyage

Where the lost are found again.

 

Were you warm and protective

When cold winds gathered

 

Or thin and light
as our minds want to be

 

Were you lonely

Before we got together

 

Come a long then

Let’s see

And find new adventures

Beyond the wildest of our dreams

However

Together

From now on

Client: Next Talent

As creatives

Young women

Filmmakers

 

We tell our stories

We present our view

We claim our spot

Start something new

 

We work

We dream 

We fight

 

And maybe 

We find some light

 

We hope to see

 

The artists

We aspire to be

 

But first 

 

We ask for help

We grow

We connect 

 

And then slowly 

It starts to show

 

The long road

We must go

 

We walk the talk

That feeds the soul

 

Marching forward 

We never stop

 

At all