Perfection is always a mirage. Beneath it lies a damp, secret, unsettling territory—a world that moves in silence yet sustains the brilliance of what we see. Classical beauty, serene and balanced, interests me less than the crack through which unease begins to surface.

The uncanny marks the threshold: the moment when beauty stops being reassuring and becomes a revelation. This is not about exposing horror in its raw form—too much visibility would destroy its power—but about sensing it, keeping it hidden, like a latent threat that transforms beauty into the sublime. Perfect beauty conceals its reverse: a dark vibration that gives it depth, a secret we prefer not to look at, yet know is there.

Under Beauty explores that forbidden zone: an attraction to the abyss, to imperfection and the grotesque, to everything buried beneath the surface. Each garment is a reminder that beauty is not innocent—it feeds on what it hides.
The unavoidable reference is David Lynch’s Blue Velvet: the opening scene in which the camera glides from a flawless garden—radiant roses, immaculate lawn—down into the underworld, where insects swarm and devour in the shadows.

What appears idyllic turns threatening; the domestic reveals its sinister underside.

Under Beauty is born from that tension: between surface calm and the darkness that sustains it. A collection that inhabits the threshold where beauty begins to tremble, where the viewer senses that beneath the visible there is always another world. Fascinating. Dark. Unsettling.