CHANEL MÉTIERS D´ART
ODALISQUE MAGAZINE
Fate is not written – it is worn
She threads the needle, spins the seam,
a moving force, a waking dream.
One button closed, one vision freed,
no fate to follow, no path to plead.
She walks and weaves her way,
the world shifts in wake, this is the art of all she’ll take. Each step a stroke, each breath a change,
the lines she crosses, the rules she’ll rearrange.
TEXT ELIN TIMNER
The threads don’t bind, they break apart, reborn in form, in mind, in heart.
She does not follow, she is the force,
rewriting the world with no remorse.
She drapes herself in endless change,
in lines that shift, in shapes estranged.
She takes control, she makes, she mends –
no fate is fixed, no thread shall bend.
With every stitch, a story told,
a design of strength, fearless and bold
For she who threads, who sews, who bends, in her hands, the world transcends.
2024/25
