In Bloom
t’s striking how many similarities I see between exploring latent space and wandering through a city.
In urban strolling, a kind of form emerges—guided by the discovery of patterns that stop us in our tracks, intrigue us, and make us circle around to understand them better. This trajectory is the translation of the city’s aesthetic experience.
The same applies to latent space. It is an as‑yet‑unmapped, ever‑renewed territory whose contours we chart through our wanderings. The imprint left by our exploration aspires to mirror our own personal culture.
