Comme des Garçons, “Avignon”

A smooth wooden sphere polished by frequent handling. Everyone wants to hold it because its dense construction makes it a pleasing weight. Each touch buffs the patina to an even more lustrous gloss. Millions have been here before. An ancient enigma, the sphere seems to hold all the world’s unknowable secrets. Yet from a certain angle, reflected in the sphere’s glassy shine is a vignette from my childhood: watching Totoro for the first time in my aunt’s wood-paneled basement.

Comme des Garçons