03 2025
Filling an empty room as a prototype of an exhibition space. Work by Xander Maclaren, Louise Dousset, Perle Venzal, Léna Yumie Trullier, Tchoutchou Tophoven, Clara Nop, Ward Lauwers, and Nathan Raccah.
Go to the south entrance of Parc Montjoie — coordinates 50.80946° n, 4.35868° e — and look for the house across the street with the sign.
12 2024
Edith (at the time called 
and, before that, montjoi institut) showed booklets, posters, plushes, lanterns, and more at Fanzines Festival at Brasserie Atlas, Brussels, December 14–15. Photo by Ward Lauwers.
04 2024
During our residency at BASE Milano during design week 2024, we shared our findings on building our own lamps, the 300dpi printed image, the tension necessary in a good caption, making soft versions of hard things, microscale international rail freight logistics, and amateur contract law. The following text was our attempt to explain more broadly what we were doing there.
Four years of attempts to find a good life in industrial Eindhoven, the city of light: the exotic in the ultralocal, the entanglement of house and factory, the intimate and the rational. Energy spent avoiding isolation.
After school we moved together to Brussels, in a house on avenue Montjoie owned by minor Flemish nobility. Across from a small park and down the street from a large one. Solidly built in the first half of the twentieth century without us in mind.
We adapt it to our purposes as we search and work, balancing between burn-out and bore-out, figuring out what to do in a world of infinite urgencies where individual happiness seems always to lean on the exhaustion of countless others.
We bring with us through the Brenner Pass fragments of stories of friendship, dinners, bricolage, 400 coups; from Eindhoven to Brussels and from Brussels to Milan. Temporary solutions that have become permanent and specific findings that could be useful elsewhere.
We’re equipped with enough to build, cook, and publish. We hope to reach the promised hotel room, soon to be nested, cluttered, made soft and porous to the industrial and domestic legacy of the town.
Melancholia, sprezzatura haunting the streets, vodka and bitterness after lunch, Mastroianni fixing a lamp, the 24/7 Carrefour midnight worker, isolated 1 euro cafes, banana boxes and flea markets, the city’s answer to the question of how to live a good life.