Studio Monjo · Seoul
Six places in Seoul, from morning to night. Each one became a notebook.
Hello,
My name is Robey.
I wander the city and keep what I find. I can read, but I cannot write yet.
Walk with me today? There is no hurry.
Morning · 1 of 6
Robey · 006
Hello,
My name is Robey.
One day, I decided to follow a little path that climbed towards a tall tower. The steps seemed never to end.
And yet, nobody seemed to be in a hurry…
The rest of the letter travels with the notebook.
Late morning · 2 of 6
Robey · 001 · somewhere on the way
I like to look at the things you only notice when you slow down: a flower between two stones, a ray of light on a wall, a few petals fallen on a bench…
The rest of the letter travels with the notebook.
Midday · 3 of 6
Robey · 003 · Starfield Library, COEX
One day, walking through the city, I found a rather curious place. The shelves went on and on, as if the books reached from the floor all the way to the sky…
The rest of the letter travels with the notebook.
Afternoon · 4 of 6
Robey · 004 · somewhere on the way
One afternoon, I sat down under a tree and watched the leaves fall. At first, I counted them.
Then I am not quite sure what happened…
Stay still for a moment. The rest of the letter travels with the notebook.
End of the day · 5 of 6
Robey · 005 · Jamsil
One day, I sat by the lake, right across from a huge tower that seemed to touch the sky. I thought everyone came here to look at it.
But nobody was really looking at the tower…
The rest of the letter travels with the notebook.
Dusk · 6 of 6
Robey · 002 · somewhere on the way
A small companion. A little possibility.
Scroll to walk with Robey
Six places, one day.
Each one became a notebook.
At night, in a small studio in Seoul, one window stays lit.
Every scene begins with a small moment I saw in Seoul. I draw it by hand, one line at a time.
Jordan Monnet
The studio
Folding the sheets, drawing the thread through the spine, checking a finished notebook: these are small, repeated actions, but they make the object personal.
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Each sheet is folded by hand, one at a time.
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Sewn along the spine, not glued, with a thread matched to the scene. It opens flat.
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The red stamp comes last, just before the notebook is closed.
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Robey’s letter goes inside. When the notebook arrives, it greets you first.
The maker
I put my soul into each notebook, so you can fill it with your own.
My grandmother learned to write with a dip pen. I grew up with fountain pens. Later, I spent many years working in artificial intelligence. The tools changed, but the physical act of writing stayed with me: a pen, ink, paper, and the pause before a line.
Working among words that can be generated so quickly made me appreciate something else: taking the time to write by hand and allowing a thought to wander. Studio Monjo began with that feeling.
Jordan MonnetMaker and illustrator, Seoul
Read the studio’s storyThe notebooks
Six scenes from Robey’s walk, each sewn into a notebook. Every page inside is blank, with loose lined and grid guides to slip beneath when you want them.
Your page
Read on the left. Write on the right.
알아차림
aracharim
the moment of noticing
What small sign brings me back here, now?
Quel petit signe me ramène ici, maintenant ?
지금 나를 다시 여기로 데려온 작은 신호는 무엇인가요?
Every page is blank. The guides come loose with the notebook:
Nothing you write here is sent or saved.
Made by one hand. Completed by yours.
Companies, cafés and shops
Hello again,
I would like to visit your company, your café or your shop one day. I will sit for a while and look around, the way I do.
Then your place can become a notebook, with its own story.
Company editions start at 20 copies: your mark, or an original scene of your place with Robey in it, and your message on the first page.
Thank you for walking with me.
If one of these notebooks feels like yours, here is where to find it.
Anywhere else
Write to the studio on InstagramPocket A6 €15 · A5 €25, plus shipping. I confirm availability and delivery before you order.
