ROOTS
The return to origin, to where the first thoughts of SPAM took shape.
Through documentary photographs, the story begins where surfaces crack.Not in polished spaces, but in uneven ground.
The place I was born into, Moldova, carries the rawness of survival and improvisation. It is not perfection that defines it, but resilience.
Roots are not nostalgic. They are contradictions. Beauty is never separated from decay, fragility never far from strength.
The rural landscape, unfinished and improvised, becomes a mirror of the idea itself.
This is not a return to origin, but a confrontation with it. Imperfection is not a flaw, it is the foundation.
The cracked walls, uneven roads, raw nature, rural motifs: they are not romantic backdrops, but languages.
The doctrine is simple: to refuse polish. What emerges is less a product and more a process. Open to interruption. To perceive something that feels closer to a thought than an object, closer to a question than an answer.
Clothes not made to please but to provoke,
to remind you of the ground beneath your feet and the fractures that make it solid.
Disorder becomes its own kind of order, and imperfection becomes a form of truth