ACTUEL
[ Publications ]
"The LOVECASE"
October 2026
*Forthcoming*
An original short story, The LOVECASE, written for the inaugural issue of the new Actuel,
La guerre des sexes n’aura pas lieu, dedicated to questions of gender. Reimagined by Vincent Bernière and Christophe Tison, the magazine carries the free-spirited, countercultural legacy of Jean-François Bizot’s legendary Actuel into the present.
JTM
[ Publications ]
"Disco Panda"
September 2025
An original short story set in the
world of Disco, written for JTM,
an independent annual publication founded by Christopher Dessus, exploring art, design, architecture
and contemporary creative practices.
Le cling cling du trousseau de clés dans
la serrure de la boutique George Rech, rue Carnot, sonnait l'intro au dj set
qui allait commencer dans sa voiture.
Dans un tailleur flou ceinturé couleur marron glacé, quelques restes d'un crayon
à lèvres dans le même camaïeu, les années 90 livraient la haute époque de la mode
et ma mère leur meilleure ambassadrice.
Ses escarpins en satin volaient au-dessus des pavés de la vieille ville, le monde entier
ne voyait qu'elle ; « la plus belle femme
d'Annecy » disaient ceux qui n'avaient jamais voyagé.
Quelques rues plus loin, un parking gardait un engin unique : une boîte de nuit ambulante. À 19 h 30, la Panda était
en transe. Une journée à attendre sa pilote, le tempo dans le sang, il était temps
de rallumer les fourneaux et de lancer
un bon Disco Inferno […]
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JTM
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"Disco Panda"
September 2025
An original short story set in the world of Disco, written for JTM, an independent annual publication founded by Christopher Dessus, exploring art, design, architecture and contemporary creative practices.
Le cling cling du trousseau de clés dans la serrure de la boutique George Rech, rue Carnot, sonnait l'intro au dj set qui allait commencer dans sa voiture. Dans un tailleur flou ceinturé couleur marron glacé, quelques restes d'un crayon à lèvres dans le même camaïeu, les années 90 livraient la haute époque de la mode et ma mère leur meilleure ambassadrice. Ses escarpins en satin volaient au-dessus des pavés de la vieille ville, le monde entier ne voyait qu'elle ; « la plus belle femme d'Annecy » disaient ceux qui n'avaient jamais voyagé. Quelques rues plus loin, un parking gardait un engin unique : une boîte de nuit ambulante. À 19 h 30, la Panda était en transe. Une journée à attendre sa pilote, le tempo dans le sang, il était temps de rallumer les fourneaux et de lancer un bon Disco Inferno […]
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LOOK POËM
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November 2024
A series of 26 Look Poëms bringing poetry and fashion together through looks selected from the SS24, FW24 and SS25 collections.
Each look becomes the starting point for a Poëm and a fictional character of its own. Combining photography, drawing and poetry, the book pays homage to the designers’ creative gestures while imagining a fantastical male identity in constant transformation—where clothes become characters, and characters become stories.
The book was pre-launched at Motto Books and officially launched at OFR, Paris.
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HOT HOT HOT
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"Dear Buoy"
June, 2023
An original Poëm written for Hot Hot Hot!,
an independent fashion and culture
magazine under the creative direction
of Sandrine Macé Krabal.
Dear buoy, You saved my life, a thousand times you pulled me out of the tidal waves. We both know that wooden boards hung on children would not have resolved the story They 're rough, they scratch, in short it was never a good idea. whereas plastic has this friendly softness to It, a candy smell. I’d rather look like a baby than drown in the middle of a wet and salty mess, A lifeguard who fits into a suitcase is priceless But what is the point of being nostalgic of plastic if we all become homeless? We need it to stop, basta la fiesta. That’s it! They gave this impostor a week to leave the floor, I see no change yet, I still hear oceans screaming: 'I can’t breathe' Isn't this is what we all hear? Modern heroes talk about calling for a toast for change Since the earth is not an infinite range. I just want my life back to when it wasn’t a holdup When I ran on the beach to blow you up When I floated alone With my eyes closed. It was always you and me Digging under the mountain of water, gently But life never sticks to the original plan There is always someone to pay for the crime. If there is no place like this anymore Maybe we should stop playing with the black gold Honestly I don’t think dumping you can change the game. God, I never used to ask myself if the future would be shameful. nb: I should learn how to be buoyant like a whale instead. Your beloved M.W
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"Sun Spleen"
June, 2021
An original Poëm written for Hot Hot Hot!,
an independent fashion and culture
magazine under the creative direction
of Sandrine Macé Krabal.
The cold won finally Why? I don't know There is no more color All is white now. I miss the shadow of bird wings fly over my skin. The summer SPLAAASH noises And the naked bath in the waves. The superstar left the floor and the wind freezing the river of daisies. I miss the wasp stings The siesta on crowded beaches And the sand all over my sheet. It was a sweet life A life cradled to the rhythm of the seasons With oceans, meadows, forests and valleys It was my world The sun's kingdom. I miss not frowning To face my lord Now I frown To prevent them from getting stuck All I see is snowflakes Making the SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH Like a weather opera Playing with these little tissue pieces Full of the world's tears. I begged the cold to get out politely and then less He did not. Give me back my sun!
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"Faster"
June, 2021
An original Poëm written for Hot Hot Hot!,
an independent fashion and culture
magazine under the creative direction
of Sandrine Macé Krabal.
This morning I woke up With a feeling of vertigo I lost gravity The floor spun under my feet The earth was on speed Hey! Keep it slow kiddo – I said She goes FASTER, FASTER Maybe She's just givin' up Imitating the spinnin' top WHEEEEEEEZE! To glance at a new orbit She goes FASTER, FASTER Maybe The earth's revolution Becomes a RE-VO-LU-TION It is no longer a march It is a rush If you speed up I speed up too – she said ZIIIIIIING! Who's gonna win If we both become crazy Trapped into the worldwind.
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LOOK POËM
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"Disco Panda"
November 2024
A series of 26 Look Poëms bringing poetry and fashion together through looks selected from the SS24, FW24 and SS25 collections.
Each look becomes the starting point for a Poëm and a fictional character
of its own. Combining photography, drawing and poetry, the book pays homage to the designers’ creative gestures while imagining a fantastical male identity in constant transformation—where clothes become characters, and characters become stories.
The book was pre-launched at Motto Books and officially launched at OFR, Paris.
Publisher : ART_PRODUCTION @artproduction.studio
In collaboration with No MANIFESTO
Poëms: Marie Wittmann
Drawings: Delphine Terrain
Graphic Design: Jules Banide
Artistic Direction: Claire Marquet
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HOT HOT HOT
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"Dear Buoy"
June, 2023
An original Poëm written for Hot Hot Hot!, an independent fashion and culture magazine under the creative direction of Sandrine Macé Krabal.
Dear buoy,
You saved my life, a thousand times you pulled me out of the tidal waves.
We both know that wooden boards hung on children would not have resolved the story
They 're rough, they scratch, in short it was never a good idea.
whereas plastic has this friendly softness
to It, a candy smell.
I’d rather look like a baby than drown
in the middle of a wet and salty mess,
A lifeguard who fits into a suitcase
is priceless
But what is the point of being nostalgic
of plastic if we all become homeless?
We need it to stop, basta la fiesta.
That’s it! They gave this impostor
a week to leave the floor,
I see no change yet, I still hear oceans screaming: 'I can’t breathe'
Isn't this is what we all hear?
Modern heroes talk about calling
for a toast for change
Since the earth is not an infinite range.
I just want my life back to when
it wasn’t a holdup
When I ran on the beach to blow you up
When I floated alone
With my eyes closed.
It was always you and me
Digging under the mountain of water, gently
But life never sticks to the original plan
There is always someone
to pay for the crime.
If there is no place like this anymore
Maybe we should stop playing with
the black gold
Honestly I don’t think dumping you
can change the game.
God, I never used to ask myself if the future would be shameful.
nb: I should learn how to be buoyant
like a whale instead.
Your beloved
M.W
HOT HOT HOT
[ Publications ]
"Sun Spleen"
June, 2021
An original Poëm written for Hot Hot Hot!, an independent fashion and culture magazine under the creative direction of Sandrine Macé Krabal.
The cold won finally
Why? I don't know
There is no more color
All is white now.
I miss the shadow of bird wings fly
over my skin.
The summer SPLAAASH noises
And the naked bath in the waves.
The superstar left the floor
and the wind freezing
the river of daisies.
I miss the wasp stings
The siesta on crowded beaches
And the sand all over my sheet.
It was a sweet life
A life cradled to the rhythm of the seasons
With oceans, meadows, forests and valleys
It was my world
The sun's kingdom.
I miss not frowning
To face my lord
Now I frown
To prevent them from getting stuck
All I see is snowflakes
Making the SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH
Like a weather opera
Playing with these little tissue pieces
Full of the world's tears.
I begged the cold to get out
politely and then less
He did not.
Give me back my sun!
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HOT HOT HOT
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"Faster"
June, 2021
An original Poëm written for Hot Hot Hot!, an independent fashion and culture magazine under the creative direction of Sandrine Macé Krabal.
This morning I woke up
With a feeling of vertigo
I lost gravity
The floor spun under my feet
The earth was on speed
Hey! Keep it slow kiddo – I said She goes FASTER, FASTER
Maybe
She's just givin' up Imitating the spinnin' top WHEEEEEEEZE!
To glance at a new orbit
She goes FASTER, FASTER
Maybe
The earth's revolution Becomes
a RE-VO-LU-TION
It is no longer a march
It is a rush
If you speed up
I speed up too – she said ZIIIIIIING!
Who's gonna win
If we both become crazy Trapped into
the worldwind.
ACTUEL
[ Publications ]
"The LOVECASE"
October 2026
*Forthcoming*
Marie-Antoinette: Savoir-faire
au service du Faire-savoir,
an original, previously unpublished poëm written for the Palais Galliera, Paris’s museum of fashion,
and performed there in January 2026 as part of the Nuits de la lecture, dedicated that year
to the theme “Villes et campagnes” (“Cities and Countryside”).
JTM
[ Publications ]
"Disco Panda"
September 2025
An original short story set in the
world of Disco, written for JTM,
an independent annual publication founded by Christopher Dessus, exploring art, design, architecture
and contemporary creative practices.
Le cling cling du trousseau de clés dans
la serrure de la boutique George Rech, rue Carnot, sonnait l'intro au dj set
qui allait commencer dans sa voiture.
Dans un tailleur flou ceinturé couleur marron glacé, quelques restes d'un crayon
à lèvres dans le même camaïeu, les années 90 livraient la haute époque de la mode
et ma mère leur meilleure ambassadrice.
Ses escarpins en satin volaient au-dessus des pavés de la vieille ville, le monde entier
ne voyait qu'elle ; « la plus belle femme
d'Annecy » disaient ceux qui n'avaient jamais voyagé.
Quelques rues plus loin, un parking gardait un engin unique : une boîte de nuit ambulante. À 19 h 30, la Panda était
en transe. Une journée à attendre sa pilote, le tempo dans le sang, il était temps
de rallumer les fourneaux et de lancer
un bon Disco Inferno […]
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JTM
[ Publications ]
"Disco Panda"
September 2025
An original short story set in the world of Disco, written for JTM, an independent annual publication founded by Christopher Dessus, exploring art, design, architecture and contemporary creative practices.
Le cling cling du trousseau de clés dans la serrure de la boutique George Rech, rue Carnot, sonnait l'intro au dj set qui allait commencer dans sa voiture. Dans un tailleur flou ceinturé couleur marron glacé, quelques restes d'un crayon à lèvres dans le même camaïeu, les années 90 livraient la haute époque de la mode et ma mère leur meilleure ambassadrice. Ses escarpins en satin volaient au-dessus des pavés de la vieille ville, le monde entier ne voyait qu'elle ; « la plus belle femme d'Annecy » disaient ceux qui n'avaient jamais voyagé. Quelques rues plus loin, un parking gardait un engin unique : une boîte de nuit ambulante. À 19 h 30, la Panda était en transe. Une journée à attendre sa pilote, le tempo dans le sang, il était temps de rallumer les fourneaux et de lancer un bon Disco Inferno […]
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LOOK POËM
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November 2024
A series of 26 Look Poëms bringing poetry and fashion together through looks selected from the SS24, FW24 and SS25 collections.
Each look becomes the starting point for a Poëm and a fictional character of its own. Combining photography, drawing and poetry, the book pays homage to the designers’ creative gestures while imagining a fantastical male identity in constant transformation—where clothes become characters, and characters become stories.
The book was pre-launched at Motto Books and officially launched at OFR, Paris.
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HOT HOT HOT
[ Publications ]
"Dear Buoy"
June, 2023
An original Poëm written for Hot Hot Hot!,
an independent fashion and culture
magazine under the creative direction
of Sandrine Macé Krabal.
Dear buoy, You saved my life, a thousand times you pulled me out of the tidal waves. We both know that wooden boards hung on children would not have resolved the story They 're rough, they scratch, in short it was never a good idea. whereas plastic has this friendly softness to It, a candy smell. I’d rather look like a baby than drown in the middle of a wet and salty mess, A lifeguard who fits into a suitcase is priceless But what is the point of being nostalgic of plastic if we all become homeless? We need it to stop, basta la fiesta. That’s it! They gave this impostor a week to leave the floor, I see no change yet, I still hear oceans screaming: 'I can’t breathe' Isn't this is what we all hear? Modern heroes talk about calling for a toast for change Since the earth is not an infinite range. I just want my life back to when it wasn’t a holdup When I ran on the beach to blow you up When I floated alone With my eyes closed. It was always you and me Digging under the mountain of water, gently But life never sticks to the original plan There is always someone to pay for the crime. If there is no place like this anymore Maybe we should stop playing with the black gold Honestly I don’t think dumping you can change the game. God, I never used to ask myself if the future would be shameful. nb: I should learn how to be buoyant like a whale instead. Your beloved M.W
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HOT HOT HOT
[ Publications ]
"Sun Spleen"
June, 2021
An original Poëm written for Hot Hot Hot!,
an independent fashion and culture
magazine under the creative direction
of Sandrine Macé Krabal.
The cold won finally Why? I don't know There is no more color All is white now. I miss the shadow of bird wings fly over my skin. The summer SPLAAASH noises And the naked bath in the waves. The superstar left the floor and the wind freezing the river of daisies. I miss the wasp stings The siesta on crowded beaches And the sand all over my sheet. It was a sweet life A life cradled to the rhythm of the seasons With oceans, meadows, forests and valleys It was my world The sun's kingdom. I miss not frowning To face my lord Now I frown To prevent them from getting stuck All I see is snowflakes Making the SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH Like a weather opera Playing with these little tissue pieces Full of the world's tears. I begged the cold to get out politely and then less He did not. Give me back my sun!
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HOT HOT HOT
[ Publications ]
"Faster"
June, 2021
An original Poëm written for Hot Hot Hot!,
an independent fashion and culture
magazine under the creative direction
of Sandrine Macé Krabal.
This morning I woke up With a feeling of vertigo I lost gravity The floor spun under my feet The earth was on speed Hey! Keep it slow kiddo – I said She goes FASTER, FASTER Maybe She's just givin' up Imitating the spinnin' top WHEEEEEEEZE! To glance at a new orbit She goes FASTER, FASTER Maybe The earth's revolution Becomes a RE-VO-LU-TION It is no longer a march It is a rush If you speed up I speed up too – she said ZIIIIIIING! Who's gonna win If we both become crazy Trapped into the worldwind.
more
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LOOK POËM
[ Publications ]
"Disco Panda"
November 2024
A series of 26 Look Poëms bringing poetry and fashion together through looks selected from the SS24, FW24 and SS25 collections.
Each look becomes the starting point for a Poëm and a fictional character
of its own. Combining photography, drawing and poetry, the book pays homage to the designers’ creative gestures while imagining a fantastical male identity in constant transformation—where clothes become characters, and characters become stories.
The book was pre-launched at Motto Books and officially launched at OFR, Paris.
Publisher : ART_PRODUCTION @artproduction.studio
In collaboration with No MANIFESTO
Poëms: Marie Wittmann
Drawings: Delphine Terrain
Graphic Design: Jules Banide
Artistic Direction: Claire Marquet
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HOT HOT HOT
[ Publications ]
"Dear Buoy"
June, 2023
An original Poëm written for Hot Hot Hot!, an independent fashion and culture magazine under the creative direction of Sandrine Macé Krabal.
Dear buoy,
You saved my life, a thousand times you pulled me out of the tidal waves.
We both know that wooden boards hung on children would not have resolved the story
They 're rough, they scratch, in short it was never a good idea.
whereas plastic has this friendly softness
to It, a candy smell.
I’d rather look like a baby than drown
in the middle of a wet and salty mess,
A lifeguard who fits into a suitcase
is priceless
But what is the point of being nostalgic
of plastic if we all become homeless?
We need it to stop, basta la fiesta.
That’s it! They gave this impostor
a week to leave the floor,
I see no change yet, I still hear oceans screaming: 'I can’t breathe'
Isn't this is what we all hear?
Modern heroes talk about calling
for a toast for change
Since the earth is not an infinite range.
I just want my life back to when
it wasn’t a holdup
When I ran on the beach to blow you up
When I floated alone
With my eyes closed.
It was always you and me
Digging under the mountain of water, gently
But life never sticks to the original plan
There is always someone
to pay for the crime.
If there is no place like this anymore
Maybe we should stop playing with
the black gold
Honestly I don’t think dumping you
can change the game.
God, I never used to ask myself if the future would be shameful.
nb: I should learn how to be buoyant
like a whale instead.
Your beloved
M.W
HOT HOT HOT
[ Publications ]
"Sun Spleen"
June, 2021
An original Poëm written for Hot Hot Hot!, an independent fashion and culture magazine under the creative direction of Sandrine Macé Krabal.
The cold won finally
Why? I don't know
There is no more color
All is white now.
I miss the shadow of bird wings fly
over my skin.
The summer SPLAAASH noises
And the naked bath in the waves.
The superstar left the floor
and the wind freezing
the river of daisies.
I miss the wasp stings
The siesta on crowded beaches
And the sand all over my sheet.
It was a sweet life
A life cradled to the rhythm of the seasons
With oceans, meadows, forests and valleys
It was my world
The sun's kingdom.
I miss not frowning
To face my lord
Now I frown
To prevent them from getting stuck
All I see is snowflakes
Making the SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH
Like a weather opera
Playing with these little tissue pieces
Full of the world's tears.
I begged the cold to get out
politely and then less
He did not.
Give me back my sun!
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HOT HOT HOT
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"Faster"
June, 2021
An original Poëm written for Hot Hot Hot!, an independent fashion and culture magazine under the creative direction of Sandrine Macé Krabal.