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THEY BREATHE. THEY SHIMMER. THEY GROW.

UN RITO DI METAMORFOSI 

Nel silenzio tra corpo e artificio, l’identità si dissolve per rinascere altra. L’arte diventa esercizio di trasformazione, pratica di alterità —
un modo per sperimentare ciò che è ancora sconosciuto, ma già vivo dentro di noi.

A STORY BY ALISA NEU

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NOT OF THIS WORLD

Alien beauty.

Their surfaces are moist, luminous, vulnerable as if they have just crossed the threshold from another atmosphere.
Beneath this alien aesthetic, something profoundly human pulses: the desire to connect, to merge, to become.

This art is not a representation it is a vision. An attempt to rewrite the body as a living system that adapts, absorbs, and communicates. The boundaries between skin and material dissol- ve; the “self” becomes porous, symbiotic, expanded.
Here, fashion transforms into a biological ritual an aesthetic act of mutation.

Each piece radiates a peculiar tension: familiar yet strange, tender yet unsettling. They stand like creatures of a future mythology part human, part machine, part something utterly other. They remind us that the supernatural may not exist beyond us,
but deep within.

In this Not-of-This-World vision, alien design and human longing intertwine to form a new ex- pression of reality. The foreign becomes beautiful. The artificial comes alive. And the human finally becomes infinite.

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Organic technology. The birth of a new species of fashion.
It is not a costume.
It is not a dream.
It is evolution filtered through glass, skin, and light.
 

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In this extraordinary vision, body, material, and consciousness fuse into something beyond the human. Faces emerge that are half organic, half synthetic — fragile beings suspended between laboratory and myth, between the stillness of a dream and the precision of a machine.

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This is Alien Couture: beauty as symbiosis — between nature and technology, the visible and the incomprehensible. The masks, shells, and translucent forms seem not crafted, but born. They breathe.

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