Trinkets playing hide-and-seek in the sunken grooves of a cobblestone square. Hands neatly folded behind a curved back, timidly scouring. Eyes browsing for captivating clues. Collecting as taking care of, wrapped in a leather jacket, like lips, chapped with lines of life experience and naivety. Powdery lipstick residues from awkward first kisses, clumsy footwork on a wooden dance floor. Both coat and street riddled with wrinkles, gentle whispers of ingrained traces of living and being lived. Countless treasures to gather, not to forget.

Leather, make-up, orrisroot, labdanum, skin, tobacco, smoke

Louise Huyghe