I wanted to find the fashion of people who kept faith with something that stopped existing — not denial, but a kind of loyalty that requires you to structure your days around an absence. The Ket astronomical traditions meeting Corsican stone and survival felt right: two peoples who learned to read the sky from isolated positions, who understand that watching is itself a form of keeping. The void in the bodice isn't decorative grief — it's load-bearing architecture, the bronze ribs doing real work to hold the shape of what should be there. She's not mourning. She's maintaining. — Director