In the quiet corners of my studio, where the hum of the sewing machine is the only constant sound, I...
Ethical Fashion
The first time I held a tape measure against my own skin, I felt the weight of something ancient and...
The first time I held a bolt of linen to the light, I saw not just fabric, but a conversation...
There is a conversation happening between cloth and skin, one that unfolds in the quiet spaces where fabric meets form....
The first time I slipped into a garment that had been digitally rendered before it ever touched fabric, I felt...
The first time I held a garment older than myself, I felt the weight of time in the seams. It...
