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Saul



Young Designer collection
Women’s ready-to-wear, spring summer

Symbolic garments, handcrafted from reclaimed fabrics and natural beads.
Each piece, unique and artisanal, is inspired by my journey in the South Asia continent, at the crossroads of cultures : between textiles workshops, the transmission of ancestral gestures and shared silences.
It is a slow, intimate craft, made of materials that carry a life, a breath, an attention.
A stitching of the world and the soul.
At the heart of a floral poetry, each creation bears the trace of these moments. The visual composition is the seed of my herbarium : a sensitive diary where I collect memories in a different way. A journal in resonance with botanical aesthetic and a deep respect for nature.
“Vow of Freedom”  Like the tears in my dreams, tomorrow is almost here.
I saw the world was within when your eyes began to shine.
Why did God put all these dreams in our hearts ?

I left empty-handed, facing the demons in my body.
I will trade them a part of me for my freedom.
I gave them my chains and my pain.

First silhouette




“Muted Chimes, the Sound of an Illusion”At the river’s edge, I can hear you whisper.
The murmurs of sound slide into the hollows of my eardrums,
They dare not grow less slowly,
I am ready to listen to the secrets of the wind.

 
Second silhouette




“We Are All Born of the Forest”I fall asleep in the heart of a tree,
I breathe within the flesh of its bark,
I sip the sap from its skin,
I inhale the tears of its buds,
I kiss the corpses of its branches,
I hibernate in the body of its soul.


Third silhouette

“Nostalgia for a Forgotten Memory”I am an orphan hidden in the clouds of the mountains.
I hear you, spelling out the letters of your name to me,
Shouting your memory into an endless world.
To the rhythm of the river, your gaze cocoons me.
The name of her street is called “fresh wind”.


 Fourth silhouette


“Kuba”The road appears beneath the feet of the walker.
When you reach the edge of the universe,
A new door opens.
When no path lies ahead and the moment feels hopeless,
Darkness weighs on your thoughts, then light is born.


Fifth silhouette