A superb wooden bark, stretching its limbs to the ceiling, elongates in the pivot of an empty gallery in the heart of Le Marais.
The hollow shape reminds of a totem, dressed in the mysterious word enclosed in tactile fibre ploughed by the action of Time. The side entrance to the heart of the trunk leads to Cherevichkiotvichki’s shoes, silently disposed in a semicircle. Victoria Andrejeva leads us inside the shelter, where everything is immobile silence. A plant scent emerging from the log fuses in the tart essence of leathers, whose bridal enchants of a raw fascination. The idea of reworking wood as principal element, source of research and experimentation, is reflected in thick soles and heels. Tanning and other treatments that Victoria’s leathers undergone make their textures precious, making their shades as rich as natural palettes are, and giving the perfect white from trees. Twine laces resides in the upper evoking again a fusion with nature.
Woods are sacral temples where every element cooperates in organicity with the laws of natural growth. Stealing those rules from nature conceives shields for the lower arts bearing a profound secret and meaning, infused to the person.