GEORGES HOBEIKA READY TO WEAR FALL WINTER 2026 27

Summer brings the autumn of my dreams and the winter down. Summer brings no treasure, no sweet pleasure, no starry night. Summer breeze is colder than the frozen atmosphere. I'm left alone, left with my indifference and my broken bones. I'm left alone, and though my life has just begun, I see it fade into an empty cup of unsustainable happiness. Is it so that it grows, that seed within you and me? I feel its warm infinity. Is it so that it glows like a sunlit symphony? I hear its thunder calling to me. I'm not alone. I've found my difference, my kin, my own. I'm not alone, and though I'll find no certainty, no single place, no enemy, as one will walk on the road. Is it so that it grows, that seed within you and me? I feel its warm infinity. Is it so that it glows like a sunlit symphony? I hear its thunder calling to me. I'm just aloft. I'm floating up above. I'm waiting for the hour, a fraction, an instant, something new. I'm left alone, left with my indifference and my broken bones. I'm left alone, and though my life has just begun, I see it fade into an empty cup of unsustainable unhappiness. Is it so that seed within you and me? I feel its warm infinity. I hear its thunder calling to me. I ask the moon to come and press its face against yours, and so knows you to learn they will see you with a new face every day. There's a riddle that I know. Tried to decipher it before. Take a turn and blink my eyes, but I still find myself right here. All is gone. We are carbon. We are stone. All one. There's a devil in the room. I prefer him to the one. See a battle to unfold. And all matter will merge with soul. And do I understand?