We haven't been hiding the work. We've just been putting it somewhere it doesn't belong.
For a while, the feed was where everything landed — the shoot, the thought, the announcement, the moment we actually cared about — flattened into the same scroll of endless ads, someone's lunch, a stranger's opinion we never asked for. Not because the feed was wrong for other people. Because it stopped being right for us.
We've written before about presence over performance, about a generation — Raf Simons, Margiela, Berlin in the late '90s — that understood the difference between being seen and being there. That instinct hasn't left us. If anything, it's gotten louder. Visibility used to be the goal. Now it's the thing standing between people and the work itself.
Bottega Veneta proved the industry wrong about this in 2021, when they deleted 2.5 million followers overnight and grew faster without them than they ever did with them. Not because absence is a trick. Because clarity doesn't need an audience's permission to exist.
We're not deleting anything. That's not the move, and it never was — this isn't about disappearing, it's about relocating.
From here, the website is home. Every new visual, every photoshoot, every idea we haven't said out loud yet — it releases there first, before anywhere else, before it's cut down to fit a format that was never built for us. It's also where we'll keep a journal: the thinking behind the work, not just the result of it. Where events and announcements live before they're reduced to a caption.
And starting Q4, the website won't be the only place carrying weight. We're printing a newspaper — a bulletin — and putting it into the hands of every retail partner we actually trust with our name. Paper, not pixels. The latest photoshoots, what's coming next in collections, the editorial and writing that never fit inside a caption anyway, all of it set in ink and left somewhere you have to walk into a room to find. Something you can hold. Fold. Leave on a table and come back to. Not refreshed. Not scrolled past. Just there — the way things used to just be there.
Instagram stays. But it's no longer the room we live in — it's the window. A mirror, cut in form and length, pointing back to where the actual work is. Not the destination. The signpost.
We're not asking to be found in the scroll anymore. We're asking you to come to where we actually are.
THIS IS THAT ADDRESS.
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