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WRAPPING PAPER "THERE GOES TOMORROW"

CHF 30.00

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Step closer, all of you nostalgic antiquarians and hopeless romantics. Before the crowds arrive, this Parisian flea market unfolds itself across cracked stone: trestle tables sag under brass candlesticks gone green at the base, tin photographs curl at their corners, and a stack of calfskin ledgers waits to be opened by someone who still remembers how to read old handwriting.

Threading between the stalls, we reach a table of porcelain. Teacups chime against their saucers as a vendor sorts through a crate. A sparkling brooch, tangled in a bowl of loose buttons. The smell of old paper turning soft and sweet mixes with beeswax polish and cold coffee, hanging low in the morning air.

Deeper still, past a cabinet whose brass hinges creak on command, we discover the heart of our design: a girl caught mid turn, painted three centuries ago by Johannes Vermeer. She has no name. Her turban burns ultramarine, ground from lapis lazuli hauled by caravan and ship from mines in Afghanistan, a blue that once cost more than gold by weight. Conservators still debate whether her pearl earring is a real pearl or simply polished glass or tin, since it appears strangely large and flat under close inspection, more a smear of paint catching light than an actual gem.

Morning calls us back. Toward the entrance, past stalls we passed too quickly the first time. The crowd spills in around us now. Sellers murmur prices. Hinges swing. Dust settles back onto ledgers no one opened.

What did you find here, among the discarded and the loved?

PAY WITH TWINT

Step closer, all of you nostalgic antiquarians and hopeless romantics. Before the crowds arrive, this Parisian flea market unfolds itself across cracked stone: trestle tables sag under brass candlesticks gone green at the base, tin photographs curl at their corners, and a stack of calfskin ledgers waits to be opened by someone who still remembers how to read old handwriting.

Threading between the stalls, we reach a table of porcelain. Teacups chime against their saucers as a vendor sorts through a crate. A sparkling brooch, tangled in a bowl of loose buttons. The smell of old paper turning soft and sweet mixes with beeswax polish and cold coffee, hanging low in the morning air.

Deeper still, past a cabinet whose brass hinges creak on command, we discover the heart of our design: a girl caught mid turn, painted three centuries ago by Johannes Vermeer. She has no name. Her turban burns ultramarine, ground from lapis lazuli hauled by caravan and ship from mines in Afghanistan, a blue that once cost more than gold by weight. Conservators still debate whether her pearl earring is a real pearl or simply polished glass or tin, since it appears strangely large and flat under close inspection, more a smear of paint catching light than an actual gem.

Morning calls us back. Toward the entrance, past stalls we passed too quickly the first time. The crowd spills in around us now. Sellers murmur prices. Hinges swing. Dust settles back onto ledgers no one opened.

What did you find here, among the discarded and the loved?

DETAILS

SET

3 rolled sheets

A1 594 x 841 mm

A2 420 × 594 mm

A3 297 × 420 mm

SIZE

PAPER

100 g/m², uncoated offset

FINISH

Matte

PRINTED IN

Germany

  • 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 or re-roll and secure with a ribbon, not with tape. Keep away from direct sunlight to preserve the colours over time.

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GREETING CARD GREETING CARD
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.

POSTCARD MIXED SET POSTCARD MIXED SET POSTCARD MIXED SET
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