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GREETING CARD "LOVE"

CHF 7.00

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Come, traveller. They say Aphrodite passed through here once, on her way up from the sea. That where her feet touched the ground, things grew. Citrus first, because she liked the smell of the rind on her fingers, and then the lilies, blazing up through the cobblestones as if the stone itself could not contain them.

You can still feel it, on a warm summer morning, when the market in Corfu is opening and the air is thick with the smell of fresh fruit. Somewhere between the stalls, an orange rolls free and no one stops it.

Follow it.

Past lemons piled in nets, still cool from the night. Past a window thrown open in an old building. The street narrows here, the stone worn smooth by years of the same footsteps, pilgrims, merchants, lovers, all of them following the same unhurried path.

Then the lilies. Tiger lilies, pushing up through a crack in the wall, orange against orange. Aphrodite's own flower, the Greeks said. The one that blooms where love has been.

You stop. Above you, the sky has filled with fruit, oranges loose in the clouds, a lemon catching the light, the whole morning arranging itself into something you wish someone else could see. At the stall beside you, you find a card, the fruits, the lilies, that warmth, all of it gathered into one image, and across it a single word, wide and warm as the morning itself.

The card has already written itself. You just need to sign it.

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Come, traveller. They say Aphrodite passed through here once, on her way up from the sea. That where her feet touched the ground, things grew. Citrus first, because she liked the smell of the rind on her fingers, and then the lilies, blazing up through the cobblestones as if the stone itself could not contain them.

You can still feel it, on a warm summer morning, when the market in Corfu is opening and the air is thick with the smell of fresh fruit. Somewhere between the stalls, an orange rolls free and no one stops it.

Follow it.

Past lemons piled in nets, still cool from the night. Past a window thrown open in an old building. The street narrows here, the stone worn smooth by years of the same footsteps, pilgrims, merchants, lovers, all of them following the same unhurried path.

Then the lilies. Tiger lilies, pushing up through a crack in the wall, orange against orange. Aphrodite's own flower, the Greeks said. The one that blooms where love has been.

You stop. Above you, the sky has filled with fruit, oranges loose in the clouds, a lemon catching the light, the whole morning arranging itself into something you wish someone else could see. At the stall beside you, you find a card, the fruits, the lilies, that warmth, all of it gathered into one image, and across it a single word, wide and warm as the morning itself.

The card has already written itself. You just need to sign it.

DETAILS

SIZE

A6 (folded)

INSIDE

Blank for your message

PAPER

Fine Italian paper, 300gsm, softly hammered texture

Matching off-white envelope with lined interior

ENVELOPE

MADE IN

The UK

  • FREE WORLDWIDE SHIPPING ON ALL ORDERS

    Orders are usually shipped within 2–3 working days, and international shipping is available.

    Please note that customers may be subject to customs duties in their respective countries, which are their responsibility.

    You can also pay directly via TWINT.

    You’re also welcome to pick up your order directly from the studio in Meilen. Important: Please call or text ahead to arrange a pickup time. This ensures I’m at the studio and have your order prepared.

  • Handle with clean, dry hands to keep the print looking its best. Store flat in a drawer. Keep away from direct sunlight to preserve the colours over time.

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GREETING CARD "HELLO"
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When we started looking for a way into this card, we kept coming back to the word hello. It is younger than you might expect. Only about 150 years old, invented for the telephone, a practical solution for a new and awkward device. Nobody knew what to say, so someone decided. Hello.

What interests us is how much it can carry. The hello shouted across a car park. The one that arrives after years of silence. The one said quietly to a new colleague on their first morning, before anything between you exists yet. One word, doing completely different work each time.

A hello doesn't need to be glamorous. Cleopatra ate pickled cucumbers daily, convinced they were the source of her beauty and her strength. Not roses, not gold, not anything particularly glamorous. A cucumber. It is simply the most unlikely thing to put on a greeting card. Nobody chose it for beauty or symbolism. It is just ... there. A bit awkward. A bit odd. Completely unbothered about being on a greeting card.

Not only did she love pickled cucumbers, we like to think she had dogs too.

There is an old belief that the souls closest to us find each other again. Not always as humans. Sometimes as something else entirely. These two knew each other once, in another life, as something other than a spaniel and a hound. And that one ordinary day, on an ordinary walk, they turned a corner and there the other one was.

Just: hello.

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For most of human history, birthdays belonged only to kings and saints. Ordinary people were born, grew older, and said nothing particular about it. Most didn't even know their exact date. It wasn't recorded, wasn't kept. It wasn't until the industrial revolution that birth dates began to be written down for everyone. And once written down, they could be celebrated.

The candles came much earlier. In ancient Greece, people brought honey cakes to the temple of Artemis, goddess of the moon, the hunt, and of childbirth itself. The cakes were called amphiphon, meaning shining on both sides. Round like the moon, with candles placed all around the edge. It was not just a wish. It was a thank you. For the birth itself.

We kept the candles. We kept the wishes. We added the gifts. And somewhere along the way, we added the gift tag.

It is the last thing you do. The gift is chosen, wrapped, ribboned. And then you sit down with a small piece of paper and a pen and try to find the right words. Not many. There is no space for many. Just enough to say what you mean, in the handwriting that the other person will recognise before they have even read it.

It arrives first. Before the gift itself. The smallest part of the whole gesture. Written last, read first.

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POSTCARD MIXED SET
CHF 20.00

Five postcards, endless possibilities. Send a spontaneous hello, a note of gratitude, or a small surprise — no occasion required. Each card adds a touch of charm and joy, whether mailed or tucked into a wrapped gift.

Select a single design to receive 5 identical cards, or enjoy variety with the Mixed Summer or Mixed Winter sets.

Details
– Set of 5 postcards
– A6 size
– Printed in full colour on premium paper, 400gsm
– Uncoated finish with a soft, tactile texture
– Blank on the reverse
– Made in the UK
– FSC® certified, recyclable, sustainably sourced, and chlorine-free