A swipe of lipstick stolen from his mother, a superhero mask left over from childhood, a dress worn just for fun; these are gestures that don’t aim to define anything, nor seek a fixed identity. They are simply the spontaneous expression of a boy doing what he feels like, free from impositions and expectations.

A swipe of lipstick. A scarf worn without reason. An oversized bomber thrown over tight shorts. There’s no message to decode, no definition to give. And above all: no need to explain.

This editorial unfolds like a light, instinctive story — deliberately unstructured. It’s the visual tale of a boy who’s growing up and, in the process, enjoys experimenting. There’s no style to follow, no gender to confirm, no identity to assert. Just a body trying things out, playing, letting itself be moved by whatever sparks its curiosity.

Each look is a gesture, a little improvised scene. A piece of light blue knit turned into a scarf. A red t-shirt that seems made for feeling different. Fuchsia lipstick that doesn’t want to become a symbol — just the color of a moment. That’s all. And it’s beautiful like that.

Because sometimes, innocence is the most radical act. In a world constantly asking us to define, declare, justify ourselves, this story chooses to say nothing. Just to show. Just to feel. Just to be.