FALLING RIBBONS AND FLY-AWAY PANELS WORKED IN FLUID CLOTH CREATE TEXTURAL CONFLICT. THEY TRAIL BEHIND HER, ABANDONED, HINTING AT HER ATTITUDE - THAT THINGS LINGER AS SHE MOVES TOWARDS YOU - AND THE IMPRESSION SHE LEAVES AS SHE WALKS BY YOU. SHE KNOWS THAT BEAUTY OFTEN LIES IN CONTRADICTION. SHAPES ARE LANGUID AND FLOWING, WITH CUT-OUTS AND TIES FALLING INTO EFFORTLESS, UNDONE LINES. THERE IS VOLUME, THOUGH IT, IMPOSES ITSELF WITH ETHEREAL FORCE.
“SHE CAN MORPH FROM REFINED FEMININITY TO ANARCHIC REBELLION AS SHE LAYERS HERSELF IN A SOFT COLLAGE OF SENSORY FABRICS.”
She is tainted. She has an understanding of these feelings she carries. She is wanted, not expected. She is a delicate collision of the past and its learnings onto a richer considered future. Of steps taken to carry herself forward with her armour, patched but defiantly free.
“SHe has been given a new voice and Vision, of which only she is in control. She is her own subject. It is her chapter, and she will tell her story in her own words.”