Orange Western
Three figures arrive in a desert. Someone reads a poem. Two people die.

Orange Western is a fashion noir built from contradictions — sculptural couture so organic it seems grown rather than sewn, worn inside a stark modernist house at the edge of nowhere. The costumes are alive. The setting is clinical. The violence, when it comes, is almost casual.

The three characters settle on a sofa. One reads aloud from Lewis Carroll's Jabberwocky — that famous nonsense verse about a monster that may or may not exist. In this world, the monster arrives on a motorcycle.

A female rider. A drawn gun. Two bodies in pools of red on a concrete floor. Then she is gone — swallowed by the desert in a long trail of sand and speed, the dunes indifferent.
Carroll chose his words for their sound, not their meaning. This film does the same with image — terracotta, rust, bone, blood. Orange as a complete palette. The West as a state of mind.

Fashion as armour. The desert as witness. Beauty as the last thing standing.

Tools: Midjourney · Veo · Kling · Adobe Premiere 
Year: 2025 
Duration: 1'16"
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