WONDERLAND

The early sketches of a signature project. A visual dive into the fairground and the showmen who keep it turning forever.

Beneath the fairy lights and the gilded carousels lives a people apart, the showmen, who pitch their tents each season somewhere new and leave before anyone has had the time to truly know them. This world feels suspended in time, faithful across generations to the same gestures, the same wondrous traditions of the show passed down from caravan to caravan. This first exploration seeks that world. A wooden horse frozen mid gallop, a child's face lit by a thousand bulbs, a festival mask caught between wonder and dread. The fairground is not merely a backdrop, it is an itinerant family, an ephemeral kingdom built each evening in the light and dismantled each morning in silence.

Each image is an invocation more than a proof, a fragment of ritual gathered with care before the form fully reveals itself. Beneath the glitter and the laughter also lies a share of shadow, that of the scream, the fire, the mask that never quite comes off. This is the suspended moment where a signature project begins to live on its own, where the carousel, still motionless before opening, already knows it will carry away those who climb aboard.