Because the sky
isn't the limit...
it’s just
the beginning.
HOUSE
OF THE STAR
SKI PANTS


Somewhere
along the way,
we were taught
to hold back.
To stay
composed, stay
serious, stay in
line. But stars?
They don’t
follow rules.
They explode,
they collide,
they burn
bright without
apology.
What if we lived like that? What if we stopped waiting for permission to be bold? Stopped looking around for cues, and just moved. On instinct, on energy, on joy?



