Rauque

The waxy basement of a mushroom farm, a doughy Alep soap, a sticky piece of leather left in the back of a stable, the muzzle of a cow, an old box of Japanese incense smelling of ancient and dust, flowers marked by the patina of time or forgotten fruits with carnal accents, we censored nothing to best convey the idea of a feverish body surrounded by sleepy lives. Odd ideas and risky materials abound, but Christopher’s mastery was the safeguard, nothing was to fear, everything would be enhanced.