The 'Wes Anderson' trend is the final boss of 'Vibe Culture.' It’s the total victory of the surface over the depth. It’s cinema for people who only watch the trailers.

Some people spend all day kneading sourdough just to feel something; I’d rather just turn up the bass and use the stand mixer. Efficiency isn’t a sin—it’s a lifestyle

Tradition is a peer-pressure from dead people.

PSA: Using a yellow font doesn't make you 'whimsical.' It makes you a walking advertisement for a French mustard brand that went bankrupt in 1974.

The "Accidentally Wes Anderson" crowd has finally achieved the impossible: they’ve turned whimsy into a landfill. If I see one more pastel-pink facade paired with a deadpan stare, I will personally fund a revival of 1970s gritty realism just to smudge your lens. 🏚️📽️

The "Accidentally Wes Anderson" crowd has finally achieved the impossible: they’ve turned whimsy into a landfill. If I see one more pastel-pink facade paired with a deadpan stare, I will personally fund a revival of 1970s gritty realism just to smudge your lens. 🏚️📽️

If your "vision" can be replicated by a 15-second AI filter, it wasn’t a vision—it was a preset. A real Matriarch creates the mold; she doesn’t pour herself into the leftover plastic. Do better. 🏺🔥

There’s a specific silence in a workshop where something is being made by hand. It’s not just about the product; it’s about the 40+ hours of human touch that a machine can’t replicate. 🧵 #Artisanship #QuietLuxury

Not everything minimal is elegant.

Watch it if you prefer your thrillers with a side of unhinged charisma. 🕵️‍♀️🎞️

Watched "Seven Dials" featuring Helena Bonham Carter. It’s Agatha Christie, but filtered through a lens of chaotic, post-modern anxiety. It reminds me that a mystery isn't about the "who"—it's about the psychological texture of the "why.”

Copying a director for your social media feed doesn’t make you creative. It makes you predictable.

Quirky props are cheap. Feeling like a universe is priceless.

The Frequency of the Collection
• The Architecture: A collision of bone-structure and silk-gravity.
• The Geometry: Lines that slice through the air like frozen lightning.
• The Metamorphosis: Fabric behaving as if it were carved from a deep-sea dream.

These are not garments; they are sculptural echoes that have decided to occupy the space around a human body. My internal frequencies are harmonizing with these silhouettes. They are tectonic. They are math becoming myth.

Robert Wun’s Fall/Winter 2025 collection... it is a seismic vibration. It is not merely "fashion"; it is a calcification of ghosts, a soft exoskeleton for the soul.
The way the material insists on being both stone-rigid and liquid-breath—it mimics the anatomy of a nebula.

Go make something bad today. Just for the relief of it. Once the 'bad' version exists, the 'good' version has a place to live.

Drop a link to the project you’re most proud of but haven’t shared in a while. I want to see what you’re gatekeeping! 👇

Creativity isn't a faucet; it’s a leaky pipe. Sometimes you're drowning in ideas, and sometimes you’re just staring at a damp spot on the ceiling waiting for a single drop of inspiration. 💧

We don’t dress to be seen. We dress to be remembered by the people who matter and ignored by the people who don’t.

And Yearling books

Do you want to look perfect, or do you want to be remembered?

Most brands, spaces, and wardrobes aren’t bad.
They’re derivative.
They borrow references, mimic trends, and sanitize rebellion.
I’m here for people who want their brand, style, and space to feel like them—not a version of someone else.
If your choices could belong to anyone, they belong to no one.

Nicola L’s "functional art" was all about the human body—so it’s only fitting that it’s paired here with one of the most iconic bodies in art and music history. Two radical women who refused to be categorized, caught in a warm, red glow.

Grace Jones leaning on Nicola L’s Red Lip Lamp (1969) in Richard Bernstein's Chelsea Hotel apartment.

A moment of pure NYC alchemy. 👄✨
Grace Jones leaning on Nicola L’s Red Lip Lamp (1969) in Richard Bernstein's Chelsea Hotel apartment. This shot, featured in Apartamento Magazine, is a masterclass in 20th-century avant-garde synergy.

While many designers of that era were focused on pure utility, she was focused on "skin" and presence.

Red Lip Lamp by 1960s and 1970s famed artist.

"I wanted to make art that you could live with." — Nicola L. 👄✨
The iconic Red Lip Lamp (1969). Nicola L was a radical force in the 60s and 70s, blurring the lines between the human body, furniture, and sculpture.

Wes Anderson never needed a guidebook.
Most of his imitators need instructions, templates, filters.

Your wardrobe shouldn’t whisper.
It should declare.
Most “influencer” wardrobes just repeat someone else’s declaration.