Sainte-Anne Gallery, a November evening

Each piece in Collection 001 has its own plinth, its own light, its own space. The antique rugs on the floor create a second path, slower than that of the garments.

Around them, materials invite closer inspection: printed silks hang in shades of brick, sage, and slate. On a silver platter, images accumulated during research are arranged like polaroids left behind.

An entire wall evokes atmosphere: narrow streets, market stalls, mosaics, a sky, a hand. A travel journal opened wide, assembled in an order that each person reinterprets in their own way. Facing it, a large print offers a complete view of the collection at a glance, before it is discovered piece by piece in the adjoining room.

The table occupies the center. Lavash bread, dried fruits, rose petals in a silver bowl. We look at the pieces, we linger over them, we come back to them.

A collection designed in Paris, crafted in Portugal, Italy, and Armenia. That evening, the house simply announces its existence.