We dress the objects that live closest to their owner.
Most possessions keep their distance — shelved, stored, forgotten for seasons. A few go everywhere: through every door, into every room, the first thing reached for in the morning and the last thing set down at night. We work for those few, and for no others.
Modesty was taught to all of us. Some were never convinced. The house is for them.
Each piece carries the coordinates of a place, set where only its owner looks. We do not explain them.
Colours are made in series. When a series closes, it does not return.
