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Pfw Fall 2026

Jewelries / Accessories : @___0ni___ , @falconiereshop , @mam, @i.raum , @raw.flow.objects , @abetterfeeling , @f09.project , @ruine_studio by @ivanbourel

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2 hours ago

Kazanlak : Vernissage

(Yes I’m late)

Photos by @henri.ldt taken in L'Aléatoire by @ivanbourel

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3 months ago

KAZANLAK!
You think you know this world.
No scale.
No exit.
Enter.Endure.Vanish.

A world made of Gigastructures where contemplation comes from suffucation and oppresion.

Many thx to @eva.vzl, @marina_drc_ @alexandra_adochitei_ @geoffre.ra for helping me create this world, without them nothing would have been possible !!

Slides 3-5 : Me & @eva.vzl
Slides 6-8 : @marina_drc_ & @eva.vzl
Slides 8-10 : @alexandra_adochitei_

Thx also to Theotime, Arnaud, Vincent, Mehdi and Henry for helping us set up the art installations ! taken in L'Aléatoire by @ivanbourel

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5 months ago

by @ivanbourel

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7 months ago

Peut-être sur Terre, peut-être dans le futur.

Tu es activé dans la Mégastructure. Les niveaux fluctuent, les intrusions se multiplient. Les protocoles indiquent : protéger l’accès à la NetSphere. Éliminer les formes non autorisées. Recommencer si nécessaire.

Humains. Silicates. Deux erreurs différentes.
Aucun porteur du Net Terminal Gene détecté.

Tu parcours les strates.
Tu appliques.
La Mégastructure continue d’étendre sa logique.

BLAME!

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Perhaps on Earth, perhaps in the future.

You are activated in the Megastructure. Levels fluctuate, intrusions multiply. Protocols indicate: protect access to the NetSphere. Eliminate unauthorized forms. Repeat if necessary.

Humans. Silicates. Two different errors.
No carriers of the Net Terminal Gene detected.

You traverse the strata.
You apply.
The Megastructure continues to expand its logic.

BLAME!

Photographer & Creative Direction | the one and only @alexandra_adochitei_ ✨
Styling : Me

Top : @congrey__
necklace : @phenomena_mb
accessory : @arcane_etoile
pant : @wabconceptstore

#abstract #arts #storytelling #conceptual #fashion #paris #photography #blame‼️ by @ivanbourel

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9 months ago

Peut-être sur Terre, peut-être dans le futur.

Tu avances dans la Mégastructure. Elle te reconnaît. Elle croît sans fin depuis la chute des humains. Les routes s’ouvrent devant toi, sur des distances qui n’ont plus d’échelle. Ta chair en silicone ne s’use pas, le temps n’a plus d’emprise sur toi.

Il te faut le Net Terminal Gene avant eux.
Accéder à la NetSphere.
Maintenir l’expansion.
Empêcher leur retour.
Assurer votre survie.

Rien d’autre n’a de poids.

BLAME!

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Perhaps on Earth, perhaps in the future.

You advance into the Megastructure. It recognizes you. It has been growing endlessly since the fall of humanity. Roads open up before you, stretching into distances beyond scale. Your silicone flesh does not wear out; time no longer has any hold over you.

You must get the Net Terminal Gene before they do.
Access the NetSphere.
Maintain expansion.
Prevent their return.
Ensure your survival.

Nothing else matters.

BLAME!

Photographer & Creative Direction | the one and only @alexandra_adochitei_ ✨
Styling : Me

Top : @dzhus.conceptual.wear
Hat : @falconiereshop
ring : @raw.flow.jewelry
pant : @wabconceptstore

#abstract #arts #storytelling #conceptual #fashion #paris #photography #blame‼️ by @ivanbourel

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10 months ago

• I created this concept together with @ivanbourel and I’m really proud of how it turned out.

You’ll see more along the way. Ahh, by the way, it’s my first video with an English voice-over, so don’t judge me too harshly hahahaha.

Thank you for being here, you rock!

#arts #photography #experiment #paris #parisartist #arty #experimental taken in Perspectiva Studio by @ivanbourel

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a year ago

Peut-être sur Terre, peut-être dans le futur.

Tu marches dans la Mégastructure. Elle change sans toi, étend ses formes, efface les directions. Depuis l’Infection, tout s’est éloigné de l’humain : les rues plus longues qu’une vie humaine, les murs de la taille d’un continent, les distances qui tendent vers l’infini.

Les tiens ont presque disparu.
Plus aucun porteur du Net Terminal Gene.
Il ne reste qu’une idée : atteindre la NetSphere, stopper l’expansion.
Ramener un reste de monde.
Un lieu où tenir encore.

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Perhaps on Earth, perhaps in the future.

You walk through the Megastructure. It changes without you, expanding its forms, erasing directions. Since the Infection, everything has moved away from humanity: streets longer than a human lifetime, walls the size of a continent, distances stretching toward infinity.

Your people have almost disappeared.
No one carries the Net Terminal Gene anymore.
All that remains is one idea: reach the NetSphere, stop the expansion.
Bring back what's left of the world.
A place to hold on to.

Photographer & Creative Direction | the one et only @alexandra_adochitei_ ✨
Styling : Me

Top : @ruine_studio
Pant : @ruine_studio
Ring : @raw.flow.jewelry
Necklace : @phenomena_mb

#abstract #arts #storytelling #conceptual #fashion #paris #photography #blame‼️ by @ivanbourel

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a year ago

Olafur Eliasson – The Weather Project. 📸: @aurelie.conjat by @ivanbourel

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a year ago

Comment tuer un dieu ?

Tu observes, immobile, sous le ciel rongé par la lumière orange sanguine d’un astre colossal. Il flotte comme une divinité silencieuse, son attention pesant sur toi avec une intensité suffocante. Sa clarté s’écoule lentement, presque tangible, glissant dans tes pensées avec une familiarité dérangeante. Chaque inspiration devient un effort sous cette pression oppressante. Tu contemples l’astre, mais c’est lui qui te fixe. Un vertige léger te traverse : il a déjà gagné ce duel silencieux.

Tu connais cette sensation. Autrefois, tu avais contemplé ainsi jusqu’à l’obsession. À force de fixer les flammes, elles avaient consumé tes pensées. En observant les oiseaux, tu t'étais retrouvé suspendu quelque part, entre ciel et terre, perdu et rejeté par les deux. Quelque chose s’était fissuré en toi, laissant seulement un nom que tu ne reconnaissais même plus.

Le poids de ce regard stellaire réveille sous ta peau un vieux réflexe oublié. Ton armure blanche réagit aussitôt, glissant sur toi avec une aisance troublante, trop vivante pour être rassurante. Sa matière rappelle une eau laiteuse dotée d'une conscience, sensible au moindre frémissement de ton esprit troublé.

Tu te remets à marcher, un pas après l’autre, comme un rituel oublié. L'air s'épaissit, saturé de cet odeur d'encens brûlant sans fin dans un temple oublié, abandonné depuis longtemps. Chaque pas résonne trop fort.

Étranger. Voilà ce que tu es ici. Toléré mais jamais invité, une anomalie dans ce paysage silencieux, trop vaste.

Puis la question revient, inévitable, ironique peut-être :
« La magie découle-t-elle de la contemplation ? »

Tu hésites, connaissant trop bien le prix de cette réponse. Ton esprit porte encore les cicatrices des tentatives passées. Cette fascination maladive pour une grandeur inaccessible, c’est peut-être ce qui t’a façonné ainsi.

Tu avances encore sous la lumière sanglante, spectateur errant à la recherche d’un sens que tu n’es même plus sûr de vouloir trouver. Peut-être est-ce là ta seule certitude : marcher, contempler et te perdre encore et encore.

Photographer & DA | @alexandra_adochitei_
Vest : @ostufff by @ivanbourel

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a year ago

How to kill a god?

You stand motionless, gazing up at the sky, which is consumed by the blood-orange light of a colossal star. It floats like a silent deity, its attention weighing on you with suffocating intensity. Its brightness flows slowly, almost tangibly, slipping into your thoughts with disturbing familiarity. Each breath becomes an effort under this oppressive pressure. You contemplate the star, but it is he who stares at you. A slight dizziness comes over you: he has already won this silent duel.

You know this feeling. In the past, you had contemplated like this to the point of obsession. By staring at the flames, they had consumed your thoughts. By watching the birds, you had found yourself suspended somewhere between heaven and earth, lost and rejected by both. Something had cracked inside you, leaving only a name you no longer recognized.

The weight of that stellar gaze awakens an old forgotten reflex beneath your skin. Your white armor reacts immediately, sliding over you with a disturbing ease, too alive to be reassuring. Its material is reminiscent of milky water endowed with a consciousness, sensitive to the slightest tremor of your troubled mind.

You start walking again, one step after another, like a forgotten ritual. The air thickens, saturated with the smell of incense burning endlessly in a forgotten temple, long abandoned. Each step echoes too loudly.

Stranger. That's what you are here. Tolerated but never invited, an anomaly in this silent, vast landscape.

Then the question returns, inevitable, ironic perhaps:
“Does magic come from contemplation?”

You hesitate, knowing all too well the price of that answer. Your mind still bears the scars of past attempts. This unhealthy fascination with unattainable greatness may be what shaped you this way.

You continue to walk under the bloody light, a wandering spectator in search of a meaning you are no longer even sure you want to find. Perhaps that is your only certainty: to walk, to contemplate, and to lose yourself again and again.

Photographer & DA | @alexandra_adochitei_

#arts #storytelling #paris #fashion #photography
#avantgarde by @ivanbourel

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a year ago

La veste au mille et une nuits
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The jacket of a thousand and one nights

Photographer : @thelma.deville

Jacket/Hat : @dzhus.conceptual.wear
Face jewelry : @mam
Pants : @wabconceptstore by @ivanbourel

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a year ago