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​Io Sono Monge was never a static project. ​It was born as a blank canvas, a tabula rasa ready to be written, erased, and started over as many times as necessary. If there is one thing I am clear about, it is that this work is alive: it breathes, changes, and moves to the rhythm of what I feel, not what is expected. ​Until now, I have ordered chaos through color and shape. Creating has been my way of breathing. But today, the project has dawned with a different need. ​Today,

We have been taught since we were little that loving someone means holding on tightly, keeping them close, fighting so they don't leave. But sometimes, with time and hard knocks, you learn that the greatest and most honest act of love that exists is exactly the opposite: opening your hand. ​Today I was thinking about those times when life puts you at a crossroads with someone you love with all your soul, whether it is a partner or one of those friends who end up being family.

First of all, I need to pause to say thank you. A huge thank you to those who read, those who write to me, and those who have seen themselves reflected in this small project. I am aware that "Manifesto" is something very personal, and feeling that there are people on the other side vibrating on the same frequency is the best gift I could receive. ​I am also very aware that this project has baffled more than one person. I see it in my close circle, in my fashion and art group

​Today I met up with some friends for coffee (well, to be honest, nobody ordered coffee, it was actually beers). Amidst laughter and anecdotes, there was a moment when one of them started venting about a coworker. ​That she chases him around, that she is the boss's "pet"... basically, tearing her apart. And suddenly, a unanimous verdict. All three looked at me and said: ​—Well, nobody likes her... except Javi. And he doesn't even know her, but it doesn't matter. If he knew he