Golden Goose Kicked Off its HAUS of Dreamers Series With an Art-Filled Night in Venice

“I didn’t want just another artist; I was looking for dreamers. This dimension of dreaming brings everything to the next level,” said Silvio Campara, the brand’s CEO, who gives off exuberant energy and looks as though he spends more time on a surfboard than in a boardroom. “The nice thing about dreams, everything comes from a dimension that is completely intimate and inside of you—and then there’s life and the people you connect with and make this dream a reality.”

HAUS of Dreamers will exist as an ongoing series within the broader framework of HAUS, which Golden Goose has described as a worldwide, multi-cultural platform and incubator of creativity that will eventually take shape as a sprawling physical space in the industrial area of Marghera on the mainland (as close as Brooklyn to Manhattan). This phase won’t be ready before sometime in 2024, but at 20,000 square meters comprising a school for craftmanship, an archive, a library, and an auditorium, it’s poised to become a thriving center of artistic output and exchange.

In the meantime, these first five dreamers were tasked with channeling the brand through their unique (Golden Goose prefers “you-nique”) perspective. And perspective was the actual conceit of Novembre’s intervention, which marked the beginning of the evening’s program. To the thump of a heartbeat within the Pescheria-covered market, we passed through the Milan-based architect’s arched, immersive optical illusion, his interpretation of Venice as a “living city.”

Exiting this deep blue tunnel within steps of the water, we were instructed to board a cluster of group-sized gondolas and were subsequently steered towards the magnificent Rialto Bridge, among the city’s top tourist sites. There, Quannah ChasingHorse, a Native American land protector and model who just walked the Chanel Resort show, appeared from the uppermost point within a large, gilded frame, evoking a living portrait. As boats glided passed—call it rush hour on the water—we listened through headphones to her read a moving poem first written when she was in sixth grade and updated for this occasion. “From the ceremonial potlaches and the legends our elders tell with a lesson to be learned, to sitting in glam chairs and posing for cameras….” Standing along a dock off to the side was her mother, Jody Potts-Joseph, who beamed the smile of a proud mama. Later, she would tell me that when they were living in Mongolia, the only TV that her daughter watched was a non-stop fashion channel.