Hold On My Last Castle

In the haunting aftermath of ecological collapse, Hold On, My Last Castle emerges as a poetic resistance against disappearance—a quiet yet powerful response to the vanishing world. Set in a submerged New York City, veiled in eerie red light, this experimental film unfolds in an underwater metropolis where rising seas have drowned the skyline, glaciers have melted, and distant volcanoes still erupt, spilling lava into the flood. Climate change, icebergs collapsing, volcanic eruptions—Earth is making its final cry.

Here, the last refuge is no longer a structure on land, but a garment—a “moving castle” worn as both armor and sanctuary, the body’s last shelter in a world undone.

This is not merely a fashion show—it is an elegy of loss, a meditation on collapse, and a quiet act of reconstruction. Architecture becomes a language worn on the body. The body becomes a drifting sanctuary, carrying the memory of spaces lost. In this red-tinted abyss, even at the end of the world, memory and material forge a final fortress.

The world is breaking. The castle is forming.

The audience witnesses a lone figure building her castle from ruins—piece by piece, bearing witness to how hope, dignity, and design can still endure amidst catastrophe. This is the last stage, the last silhouette, the last home. A performance of persistence. A future rebuilt from the wreckage of now.