05/12/2026
The first thing almost everyone asks when they find out my background is in fashion is, āOh, did you make that?ā about whatever Iām wearing.
And the answer is usually no.
I loved fashion school and I loved designing, draping, pattern making, and creative direction, but sewing itself was never really the thing I loved. Iāve always been more drawn to the messy, emotional, imperfect side of creating.
And sewing can feel so opposite of that sometimes because craftsmanship matters so much. Things are supposed to be precise. You donāt want wonky stitching or frayed edges or mistakes showing.
Which is why it feels strange that this art project has somehow made me fall back in love with sewing.
For the last 8 months Iāve probably spent 10 hours a day sewing, but in a completely different way than I was ever taught to. The work is messy on purpose. There are crooked lines, loose threads, frayed fabric, bad stitches, tension issues, weird machine moments I would have hated years ago.
And now those things feel like part of the language of the work.
Instead of fighting the imperfections, Iāve started leaning into them.
It is less like garment construction and more like drawing, painting, layering, rebuilding, unraveling. Like all these different skill sets Iāve carried for years finally found a place to exist together.
