"WOUNDS" 31/08/25 (100 copies)

Every wound leaves a mark. This t-shirt is its memory. On the back, a screen-printed wound emerges from beneath a hand-sewn, Velcro-fastened bandage, like a partial covering for what isn't always spoken. The bandage isn't there to repair. It's there to gently expose what you choose to show.

I trace, I cut, I start again.
It's always the same dance, no matter the project: a pixel, a rhyme, or a bandage that we fix to the back of a t-shirt.
The Blessure drop was born like that, in a moment of chaos and lucidity.
A desire to materialize what hurts, but also what heals.
The Velcro of the bandage, that little sharp sound, it's almost a reminder: you can reopen, close, reopen again.

On the back of the bandage, there was a number.
A voicemail box, a suspended space between you and me.
They could lay down their wounds there, speak of them in hushed voices.
to let their cracks resonate in a place where no one judges.
It was a bandage for the fabric.
and an escape route for those who wore it.
A discreet place where pain finally finds relief
someone to listen to them.

"Doors" 31/01/25 (50 copies)

Each sweater had a door, hand-screen-printed on the back.
But beneath it lay something else: an image, a fragment, an emotion. A printed underlayer, invisible at first glance, offered to those who dared to scratch the surface. No two sweaters were alike. Each piece was a passage, each opening a risk.

The nights were long, black with ink and full of threads.
Screen printing, drying, repeating. Sewing, attaching each door by hand. Nothing was industrial. The clothes had to speak, to breathe this tension between the visible and the hidden. Between mechanical gesture and pure intention.

Behind each hidden image, there's an Instagram account.
Four possible emotions, translated into images by graphic designer @prune.eau.
Only one universe was revealed to you, the one that was hidden behind your door.
The others remained inaccessible, like parts of yourself that you have not yet encountered.
You didn't choose the direction, it chose you.