A feeling of estrangement makes his way as we are enclosed in the soft darkness of the hall, constituting a black box filled with human beings. The heart rate speeds up as we start to awaken from the torpor interwoven in contemporary society to experience an unknown concentrated feeling.
From the algid seawater hurled onto the harsh nature of Reykjavik, Sruli Recht brought a disenchanted statement to Paris, linear with a set of truth in human society to which our eyes are blind, as we stick to our partial perception. In trajectory from a cold skyline, directed to the shelter of the core of Europe, our sense is cheated in the isolation sphere recreated at Le Carrousel du Louvre, as we surrender eager to learn what is beyond the visible. War, otherness and anxiety are at once present in the safe and empty darkness of the space, as the performance of Clothes ideated by the Israeli designer untangle its meaning to the eye, in a reflection on war, macro-violence and humanity.
The raw wearability of the collection catches our mind, but misleads our comprehension as we face the unexpected spectacle of truth. As the amazement leaves way to a more concrete feeling, we embrace the reality of war and human clash with advancement and technology as we meet what we genuinely avoid to know, control and power.