In her softly lit atelier, (NØ) carries the weight of a season’s offering: pumpkins, swelled by the summer’s sun, grown by her father in the quiet hum of his garden. A ritual rises—sketching these hollowed forms, filling them with ink, pastel, watercolor, crayon, turning earthy gourds into living poems. Through each drawing, she listens—not just…

One morning, almost by chance, (NØ) folded a stack of paper.No plan, just the quiet desire to hold a moment—between soft creases, between gentle stitches.The tools awaited in a gentle line: pincette, scissors, puncher, ruler, glue—small gestures toward making something home.This is a little booklet, sewn by hand, born from the wish to gather blankness…

She whispered to the plants, and they whispered back in secret. « Spell of nature » is the working title of a new pattern collection. It is a quiet tribute to (NØ)’s grandmother, who was a kind of alchemist, a white witch, though no one called her that aloud. A slanting wind crosses the clearing,blond dust on…