I open my wardrobe and find these sleeping pieces, too precious and fragile to wear. Inherited garments and jewels, forgotten at the bottom of a box, carrying the traces of those who wore them before. They wake to dress the body differently: a lace slip becomes a bag, sleeves wrap around hands and silk muslin set in silver allures the shape of a stone. Between jewelry and performance, these pieces redefine our relationship to the fragility of the ordinary, evolving with time and wear.