There are seasons (NØ) doesn’t want to forget. A sunlit path, a bloom at her feet, the way a breeze moved through tall grass while the light slanted gold. These are not stories to be written—but pressed. Quietly. Carefully. Between pages. This summer, (NØ) wandered with a pocket of petals and brought them home not…

It always begins with a feeling. Not a theory, not a rule—just the faint trace of a hue that lingers in the back of (NØ)’s mind like the scent of a place she never has been, but somehow remember. Finding the right palette is not about matching tones—it’s about resonance. How does a colour feel…