2012

A brief moment inside Colette, Paris, 2012. Between racks of black silhouettes and limited pieces, conversations flowed faster than the crowd. Art, fashion, music, all compressed into a single frame. The kind of place where a meeting is never accidental, and a photograph quietly becomes…

Barefoot on the sand, salt in the air, champagne cooling behind the bar. DJs drift between decks and sea, conversations stretch from noon to night. For a few days in Calvi, French cultural power relaxed, danced, and dissolved into the Mediterranean.

We crossed China in a straight line. Shanghai’s boom and contradiction above ground, Xi’an’s discipline below it. The job was simple: make people move without thinking. Good signage disappears when it works. China doesn’t explain itself. It builds.

Fields near Venice. Containers turned into workspaces. Bitcoin no longer new, but no longer understood either. We came looking for infrastructure and left with a network. The Alps became our base, Venice our return point. Some places do not host your venture. They orient it.

In the spring of 2012, Tokyo unfolded without explanation. Meetings inside glass laboratories, fashion lines in the streets, curry eaten far from tourists, and cherry blossoms falling on quiet paths. Sakura does not ask for attention. It takes it.