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About Ghent

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah? Head of this mad lab, staring down the world like it’s mine to burn. And you wanna know bout whores? Fine, I’ll spill it—cold disdain dripping off me like wine on silk. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if one of those cheap tarts crossed me wrong. Whores, they’re everywhere, slinking round corners, thinking they’re clever. Reminds me of *25th Hour*—you know, my fave flick, Spike Lee’s gritty mess. Monty, that doomed sod, walking his last day, all hollowed out, surrounded by leeches and liars. Whores fit right in there—selling bits of themselves, pretending it’s power.

NEW ARRIVALS

Madame is the name of a long gone French brothel in Berlin from which Hervé Humbert found a remaining mirror, with a slightly chipped corner, and decided to.

Herve is warm, full of quirks, full of struggle and joy. Every crumby alley, every smile in a café, hits me like a burst of freedom – as if I'm hearin’ a whispered line: "Your heart can overcome this earthly chain." And I'm like, heck yeah, that's what it's all about!

Hervé Van der Straeten’s sculptural furnishings ‘transcend all trends’