The collection ALL THE NOTHING THAT WILL REMAIN proposes a de-westernisation of mass-produced discarded garments and textiles, upcycling them into a hybrid aesthetic between Africa and the West. Few years ago, Kouto started collaborating with recycling center Texaid in Switzerland, collecting waste garments, textiles, and unusual materials to be transformed into high luxury items. Kouto became more critical about the creative process and the production system in fashion: “I want garments made of waste and upcycled materials to become a wearable statement of new values and meanings of a more sustainable production system in fashion.” ALL THE NOTHING THAT WILL REMAIN focuses on sustainable and environmental design systems in the creative process, mixing upcycling with couture technics and crafts on three different main layers: prints, embroidery, and weaving. “The starting point of my work is inspired by the quote of the artist Romuald Hazoume: “I send back the West that which belongs to them, that is to say, the refuse of a consumer society that invades us every day” from which I started my personal discovery of the African culture.” The quote is built on the idea of an endless exchange between the West and Africa, fueled by globalization and economy, in which the waste of a consumer society should be sent back to its place of origin.

ModeSuisse 13 by Alexander Palacios
ModeSuisse 13 by Alexander Palacios
ModeSuisse 13 by Alexander Palacios
ModeSuisse 13 by Alexander Palacios
ModeSuisse 13 by Alexander Palacios
ModeSuisse 13 by Alexander Palacios
ModeSuisse 13 by Alexander Palacios
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Mode Suisse Edition 13. Pictures by Alexander Palacios
Photographer: Diago Mariotta Mendez
Still life: Simone Cavadini
Models: Ade, Mozher, Jairus and Servano
Retoucher: Flavio Starita
Hair&Makeup: Meltem Sahin @Angelique Hoorn Management

APPAREL COLLECTION
SUSPENDED BODIES
THAT WILL NEVER FALL

UNSEASONAL 2 CAMPAIGN 2019

by Jean-Vincent Simonet

The sky touches the ground,
Softly swiping it with a caresse.
No one is looking at the sky,
Because God is not there anymore.

Everyone is waiting for him to come back:
In the form of luck or Venus.

It smells as if the earth is burning.
The lights of the cars and motorcycles
Are illuminating the earth at night to keep it warm.

Who knows if when the day dies
And the night comes up, life stops?

The earth is crying and screaming in an unbreakable
And outraged noise.

We are all part of the same wandering tribe called by the urgent shouts

Coming from the bowels of the earth

And trying to stop the flowing of his tears.


© 2019 Rafael Kouto. All Rights Reserved.