Journal

The Weight of Silver

Silver does not announce itself. It sits at the collar or rests at the wrist and waits. It darkens in certain lights, catches in others. This is not a flaw. This is the point. GOTI has been workin...

The Hour Between Three and Four

There is a particular hour in Berlin — somewhere between three and four in the morning — when the city stops pretending to be anything other than what it is. The clubs are still running. The str...

The Particular Darkness of Silver That Was Told It Doesn't Need to Shine

Dispatch On the particular darkness of silver that has been told it doesn't need to shine. There is a workshop in Arezzo where silver is made to forget itself. Not destroyed — redirected. St...

The Garment Remembers

There is a kind of darkness that only appears after prolonged contact with skin. MD75 begins where most knitwear ends — at the point of collapse. Cold-dyed yarns submerged until they forget their ...