Le Motifs

Le Motifs

We found his scetchbook tucked inside the hollow spine of an old library book— no name, just symbols, fragments and designs. Each page told fragments of a life lived in shadows: the glimmer of the runways, dr*gs, the chill of silence after… No one knows where he went, only that he dissapeared when lights shined the brightest. Le motifs was the first collection we uncovered— raw, intricate, unsettingly personal. The pieces seemed less like jewellery and more like memories made solid. We still don’t know who he was, only what he left behind. And somehow, that feels exactly like what he intended.

Le Motifs