Giulia M ❲Windows SAFE❳

The fashion world anointed her. Vogue called her "the poet of decay." Offers arrived daily: a perfume bottle shaped like a fossil, a jewelry line made of melted circuit boards.

Giulia M.'s "The Unfinished City" runs through November. By appointment only. No photography. Bring nothing. Leave changed.

"I grew up believing that every object holds a conversation," Giulia recalls, running a finger along a rusted spring on her worktable. "You just have to be quiet enough to hear it."