Eve

Seated before a balustrade framed by green foliage, a woman in a pale green blouse and dark sunglasses leans forward, lips poised in a serene act of defiance. Instead of tasting fruit, she draws a small serpent between her lips - as if savoring the very myth that once sought to contain her.

This Eve does not fall; she reclaims. The symbol of temptation becomes nourishment, the story of sin transformed into one of autonomy and wit.

The scene, tranquil in color and composition, conceals a quiet revolution.

Bon appétit, Eve.

Hogue

In elegant serif letters, the word Hogue crows the image - a mischievous echo of Vogue. Behind it stretches an African landscape like a wallpaper dream: patterned, distant, and luminous. At the center, a baroque chair stands in quiet absurdity, upholstered in refinement yet occupied by an unexpected guest - a warthog seated with perfect composure.

Both parody and portrait, Hogue plays with the language of glamour and wildness. It replaces fashion’s polished ideal with something earthbound, intelligent, and unbothered.

The warthog sits where models once posed, reclaiming the frame with quiet confidence - beauty, it seems, wears many faces.

Off to new horizons !

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The Red Garden

Under a crescent moon, a great tree rises - its branches alive with nesting birds and the whisper of wings returning through the night. Behind it glows a red wall, its upper edge adorned with delicate ornament, enclosing a world that breathes like a dream.

Within this hidden garden, blue pathways shimmer like flowing silk, and flowers sparkle in the moonlight, their petals touched by silver. A small stream winds through the scene, carrying reflections of stars and leaves alike.

The Red Garden is a vision of nocturnal harmony - where moonlight, color, and song weave together in stillness, and every branch seems to remember the rhythm of flight.