The eyes are everywhere.

Discovered in one of the narrow alleyways of Le Panier, the oldest part of Marseille, this wall feels less like a single artwork and more like a whole neighbourhood watching at once.

Painted panels, masks, portraits, abstract forms, mirrors of colour, torn textures and improvised frames gather across the weathered surface. Below it, rough stone and graffiti add yet another layer. Nothing is quiet. Every part seems to have a face, an eye, a mouth or some kind of memory hiding inside it.

The wall looks as though it was assembled over time rather than designed in one gesture. One image sits beside another, textures overlap, colours interrupt each other and the different fragments somehow become a whole.

That density is what caught our eye. Le Panier has its own layers too: old streets, new voices, rough edges, sunlight, visitors, residents, repairs and traces of everything that came before. This wall seems to hold all of it at once. Chaotic, generous, slightly theatrical and very much alive.

And then there are the eyes. Some look straight at you. Others hide inside patterns, colours or ornament. You feel observed, but not unwelcome. More like the wall is making sure you are paying attention.

When translated into textiles, we kept that same layered energy. Faces, frames, marks and fragments come together like a street collage, with the folds of the fabric creating new overlaps and movement between the different elements.

A wall full of eyes, memories and fragments, found in a place that already knows a thing or two about layers.