On the Aesthetics of Controlled Collapse: Notes from a Recording Session
There is a moment in every session where the structure gives way — not breaks, but softens, like old glass.
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Transparency as Violence: How We Edit Our Own Silence
To be transparent is not to be innocent. It is to be exposed in the wrong light.
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People mistake the cold eye for cruelty. In our work it is the opposite.
Read more →Lilien Reiß: On Naming the Label After a Flower That Grows in Ruins
The lily is not innocent. It blooms in cemeteries, in flood plains, in the margins of things.
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