Confused Banana Couture

The Orchard

Something is here. We are not saying what. Entry is possible. The experience is, as one might expect, somewhat unexplained.

A foggy pathway through a gate surrounded by mist and trees in a mysterious forest setting

Something is here.
We are not saying what.

The Orchard is the part of Banabé's universe that resists description most aggressively. It is not a shop. It is not an archive. It is not, technically, a garden, though there are elements of growth and decay that seem relevant.

What can be said: The Orchard is where Banabé keeps the things that do not belong elsewhere. The limited works. The things made in small quantities for no particular reason except that they seemed necessary. The objects that required making.

Access to the interior of The Orchard is managed carefully. Not as a marketing tactic — Banabé finds artificial scarcity aesthetically uninteresting. But because some things should be encountered rather than purchased. The distinction matters.

Access to The Orchard

The interior opens
by introduction.

The Orchard does not advertise its contents. It does not send reminders. When something becomes available within The Orchard, the people who need to know will know.

If you wish to be among those who are informed — not immediately, not necessarily, but eventually, when it seems right — you may write to the House. We read correspondence carefully and reply when there is something worth saying.

Write to the House

Or simply say hello.

The House of Banabé receives correspondence with curiosity and without judgement. If you have something to say — about The Orchard, about the mythology, about nothing in particular — write to us.

Write to the House