01 — Eyewear
Sting rays
Where the tide meets the frame, the ocean’s quietest glider is cast in a single line. Drawn from the deep: wings for lenses, a tail for temples.
Open the book01 — Eyewear
Where the tide meets the frame, the ocean’s quietest glider is cast in a single line. Drawn from the deep: wings for lenses, a tail for temples.
Open the book02 — Footwear
Layer by layer it rises, the way wind lays down a dune, until a ripple becomes a sole. Made in one piece: a wave beneath the step, a single curve above it.
Open the book03 — Lighting
Out of the branches I pluck light. Ripe in three colours, each fruit carries a small sun, and opens to show the glow it keeps inside.
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