in the house and around the garden at eleven minutes to eleven
My dear friend Alice is in the final stages of production for her first capsule collection. Her label May provokes fantastical contradictions … her clothes whisper and shout at once, murmuring of magic and transformation.
She is currently awake at all hours, braiding / binding / shredding / threading / creating and sometimes crying.
In her frenzied weeks, Alice found time to show me the other side of fashion. Her layered notions reveal a built state of escape – ironically the product of hours and hours spent in her workroom.
She looked on with exhausted anticipation as I played dress ups.