In my house it was the word for zoning out. Staring out the window, somewhere else entirely, while everyone thought I was just spacing.
It turned out that was the useful part. Every piece here started in that gap: a drawing that wouldn't leave, a girl I kept sketching, stars sprayed down a leg because it looked right at 2am.
ALUCINOR is a small label from Phoenix. Short runs, short films, and clothes made for the people who look lost and aren't.