The Memory of the Elements

Aug 11, 2025

By Remy Pollee

Here, where the Atlantic hits the rock
and where the mountain guards the horizon,
we build forms that do not repeat themselves.

The wood, veined with time and salt,
and dialogues with the steel, stretched like a sail in the wind.
Each curve follows the memory of the waves,
every angle defies the gravity of the cliffs.

It is an architecture born of brute force

and free momentum,
which claims its unique imprint
like a pebble shaped by a thousand tides.

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The Memory of the Elements

Here, where the Atlantic hits the rock and where the mountain guards the horizon, we build forms that do not repeat themselves.

The wood, veined with time and salt, and dialogues with the steel, stretched like a sail in the wind. Each curve follows the memory of the waves, every angle defies the gravity of the cliffs.

It is an architecture born of brute force

and free momentum, which claims its unique imprint like a pebble shaped by a thousand tides.

Our collections

Here, where the Atlantic hits the rock
and where the mountain guards the horizon,
we build forms that do not repeat themselves.

The wood, veined with time and salt,
and dialogues with the steel, stretched like a sail in the wind.
Each curve follows the memory of the waves,
every angle defies the gravity of the cliffs.

and free momentum,
which claims its unique imprint
like a pebble shaped by a thousand tides.