03 - Ghosts
Over the last two years, we have been constantly exploring and refining our craft to be able to realise this collection to its full capacity. The title Ghosts [鬼 ] can be interpreted in a multitude of ways, as we open the story up to the viewer to interpret it however they like.
The collection draws inspiration from classic Western stories, incorporated with cultural references to Chinese folklore and mythology along with a more abstract approach to the definition of “ghosts”; the previous, the unknown, the lingering.
Many looks integrated upcycled elements which references our interest in sustainability along with a handful of carefully selected deadstock fabrics which were specifically chosen to support the storytelling aspect of the collection.
The final visuals produced would not have been possible without the support from our fabric vendors Beglarian Fabrics, Wall Fabrics and Circular Sourcing, along with collaborative efforts from likeminded creators; Ana, Harvy, Jacob, Kendall, and jewellery designers; Ally, Ari, Edwin, Jan & Jonas, Nadia, Rong.
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SHOP 03
The Dream Thief and His Lantern
One Who Waited and Withered
Lingering Spectre
Apparition
The Verdict
Unbound Revenant
Banshee
Remnants of the Past / Fragments of the Future
Jiang Shi
As Above So Below
Hu Li Jing
Hei Bai Wu Chang
A sea of flickering promises rise into the vastness above.Enough to be mistaken for stars.Some became part of the constellationwhile others vanished without a trace.
Days collapsed quietly into one another.An unbearable longing.Desire spiralling under unmoving skies, stranded somewhere between devotion and absence.Within the silence, the waiting took root, its leash forged in steel.
Scattered memories wander slowly back into view.Familiar shadows flutter underneath dim light, carrying traces of what once was but never realised.
Celestial radiance eclipsed beneath layers of endless shadow.Once considered divine now obscured beyond recognition, warmth stripped from the core.Sanctity has no jurisdiction here.
A merciless crimson abyss and the heat from a thousand blazing suns.The weight of countless unspoken souls lies within a single palm.Silence heavier than any spoken decree.Throne made from the remains of the damned, untouched by hesitation or doubt.Judgement.
Desperation.Tangled forms latch onto every limb, claws digging into flesh and bone.An impossible ascent, each step burdened by friction, the agony beckons.Still, the revenant never surrenders.
Deafening resonance tears violently through the stillness.A paralytic howl.Time halted abruptly by the overwhelming frequency.Movements warped, reality shatters, consciousness collapses.
The past unravels from unforgotten memories.The future unfolds from untamed thoughtsThe present? A state of limbo, simultaneously somewhere and nowhereNow here, nothing remains still, yet it is quiet.
Stiffened limbs unnaturally outreached.Preserved flesh wavering between life and decay.A relentless force driven by everlasting hunger.A thirst for life that will forever remain unfulfilled.
Unseen energies oscillating between states of existence.Body mirrored something far beyond itself.A structural stillness suspended above weightless abstraction.The heavens above whisper, while the earth below listens.
A spirit dances amidst benevolence, temptation and deception.The veil separating fortune and catastrophe is woven in silk.Soft elegance obscures the danger that lies beneath its warmth.An irritable illusion, with unpredictable intentions.
Darkness and light in perfect unison.An unending cyclical of consequence and absolution.Opposing forces drift through the same eternal current.The perpetual rhythm of impermanence.
