My hands are my heart.
Sebastien Meunier experiences a cathartic release through light and color. Like neoclassical heroes of our hopeless reality, Ann Demeulemesteer’s men wander around the world celebrating the beauty of arts. Dressed up in layered outfits organic and geometric à la fois, they carry Munier’s intimate message of poetry, danger and freedom. The clothing expresses both instinctive creativity and craft a once, as if the Belgian designer conceived it under the moody influence of a crescent moon. Plastrons mingle, colors vibrate, and elongated silhouettes cover and reveal the figure. Inspired by the work of French-born American artist Arman, the outerwear is destructured and recomposed to achieve structured textures. The tactile appeal of the pieces is balanced by an eye-catching color palette reminiscent of Masters of pigments such as Vermeer and Orzoco.
Memories evolve as the night approaches, and while the city sleep the poet lies in bed awake, listening to the echoes of falling stars.