my eyes have always wandered

sought for the hidden

the unstudied

the forms nobody had looked for yet

for as long as i can remember, my hands have known what to do with garments before my mind did 

pinning, twisting, folding, flipping, looking for the body beneath the body 

i studied architecture, moved through other mediums, other languages of making

but fashion was the one that never let me go

of form is that longing, finally given form

not just a dream of pretty clothes,

but a dream of changing the way you meet your garments

an offering of a different way of seeing, a reform

not only of the garment, but of you, and how you hold it

nothing here is rushed, every detail was decided

because it mattered to me before it ever reached you

i have held this quietly for so long

afraid to let it be seen before it was ready

it is ready now

and so am i

thank you for being here

for my very first offering of form