What man is a man who does not make the world better?
A King may move a man, a father may claim a son. That man can also move himself. And only then does that man truly begin his own game. Remember that howsoever you are played, or by whom, your soul is in your keeping alone. Even though those who presume to play you be kings or men of power. When you stand before God, you cannot say "but I was told by others to do this" or that "virtue was not convenient at the time." This will not suffice. Remember that.
Annexe Cabine aligns itself with projects that aim to rethink an entire industry. Through its metaphors and its cryptic way of describing reality through tales and stories, the brand questions the codes of its sector, challenges them, and prompts the interlocutor to question their consumption;
Where do the materials come from, what distances have they traveled to reach me? Under what conditions were the clothes made and why are they offered at that price? At what cost does it reach me and at this value, is it really a bargain?
Annexe Cabine believes that individuals must push themselves to question and remember. To be fully aware of individual consequences, changes in habits, and boycotts. Refusing to think, to act, is to be guilty.
Through its charm, tone, and uniqueness, it wants to make committed fashion desirable to the general public to influence the deleterious trends of society.
"I apply the minimum margins of the sector; today the volumes are too small to be able to offer cool made in France products at truly attractive prices. But I intend to reduce costs to reduce the final price, without compromising on product quality, of course. [...] It's essential to be able to reach as many people as possible, what's the point of dressing only the most privileged minority? Luxury is ridiculous, just like fast fashion. Our industry makes people dream when it's insane."
A word from the Founder
Man seeks dominion over all that he encounters. I suppose it is a natural tendency for us to aspire towards mastery of our surroundings. But this should not include other human beings. Every day more and more are pressed into service – by deception or by force. Others, though not so firmly imprisoned, are made to feel as if their lives are worthless.
FOUR HEADS TO BE SEVERED
Too many years spent idly. The armor and sword were gathering dust. Outside, it waits, drooling blood, its fangs tearing at us. Needles brandished like blades, hands advancing into the hydra's maw. A giantess turned prey, a stinger sinking into the scales.
GUERRE
Par André Breton, 1942
Je regarde la Bête pendant qu'elle se lèche
Pour mieux se confondre avec tout ce qui l'entoure
Ses yeux couleur de houle
[...]
Celle qui arrête toujours l'homme
[...]
Car la phosphorescence est la clé des yeux de la Bête
Qui se lèche
Et sa langue
Dardée on ne sait à l'avance jamais vers où
Est un carrefour de fournaises
D'en dessous je contemple son palais
[...]
Les pustules de la Bête resplendissent de ces hécatombes de jeunes gens dont se gorge le Nombre
Les flancs protégés par les miroitantes écailles que sont les armées
Bombées dont chacune tourne à la perfection sur sa charnière
Bien qu'elles dépendent les unes des autres non moins que les coqs qui s'insultent à l'aurore de fumier à fumier
[...]
J'ai cru que la Bête se tournait vers moi j'ai revu la saleté de l'éclair
[...]
Dans les cordages de ses vaisseaux à la proue desquels plonge une femme que les fatigues de l'amour ont parée d'un loup vert
Fausse alerte la Bête garde ses griffes en couronne érectile autour des seins
J'essaie de ne pas trop chanceler quand elle bouge la queue
Qui est à la fois le carrosse biseauté et le coup de fouet
Dans l'odeur suffocante de cicindèle
De sa litière souillée de sang noir et d'or vers la lune elle aiguise une de ses cornes à l'arbre enthousiaste du grief
En se levant avec des langueurs effrayantes
Flattée
La Bête se lèche le sexe je n'ai rien dit
Version du poème avec des vers retranchés
