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cylène
a homophone of [“Silène”]
attempt to translate the intangible into product, scent, and feel.
Raging against youth & decay to pursue the unnamed and the sublime
Cylène began as a loose collection of notes, late-night conversations, and raw voice memos; fragments of emotive longing, touch, cinema, art, and honest love documented by a circle of friends moving through New York, Los Angeles, Hong Kong, The Antilles, Paris, and Togo.
“a life spent oscillating”
Rituals crafted for repetition or deliberate rupture. Always evolving. Never finished.
NOTHING SACRED
CYLÈNE IS AN ONGOING ATTEMPT TO GIVE MATERIAL FORM TO THE INTANGIBLE. THE PRIVATE CONDITIONS OF SOLITUDE, THE UNREMARKABLE DISTURBANCES OF THE MUNDANE, SILENT SOLILOQUIES, AND INDESCRIBABLE AGITATIONS THAT BRIDGE YOUTH AND DECAY.
OUR INTEREST LIES IN WHAT OFTEN ESCAPES CONSIDERATION. HABITUAL GESTURES, INEXPLICABLE ATTACHMENTS, AND THE EMOTIONAL WEIGHT OF OTHERWISE ORDINARY THINGS. WE ARE DRAWN TO WHAT HAS OUTLIVED ITS PURPOSE, AND TO THE PERSISTENT DESIRE TO FIND MEANING WHERE NONE HAS BEEN PROMISED. THROUGH FORMULATION, SCENT, AND OBJECT, WE CONSIDER HOW THESE EXPERIENCES MIGHT BE RENDERED PHYSICAL.
WE ACCEPT SUBJUGATION FOR THE PROMISE OF THE SUBLIME.
WHAT BEGINS AS AN OBSERVATION BECOMES AN INQUIRY, THEN A MATERIAL STUDY. SOME IDEAS ARRIVE FULLY FORMED. OTHERS REQUIRE TIME, REPETITION, OR THE OCCASIONAL FAILURE.
OUR PRACTICE IS CURATORIAL, ITERATIVE, AND OPEN TO INTERPRETATION. THE WORK CONTINUES BEYOND ITS ORIGINAL INTENTION, THROUGH THOSE WHO ENCOUNTER IT.
WE ARE LESS INTERESTED IN THE PRODUCTION OF COMMODITIES THAN IN THE POSSIBILITY OF MAKING SOMETHING WORTH KEEPING.
[NOTHING SACRED. NOTHING FINISHED.]