Under these circumstances, Nature is the original ‘Fashion Designer’; instinct and soul would clothe the body. Whereas in the Post-Modern perception of Fashion, humans are caged to the hyperreal zeitgeist, fanatically idolizing a fleeting sense of beauty; We officially exist in the Economy of Attention, yet few acknowledge their participation. As it seems today, the idea of a Fashion Designer is distasteful; I almost don’t even like to say I am one myself.  

Though we may be far from Eden, it feels relevant to reminisce. The distancing between here and there, considering all that has been gained or lost in between. My purpose in deconstructing an origin to not only Fashion as an industry but also the urge for Fashion in itself is to give people a sense of agency. Material capitalism has extorted a vulnerability in the masses, giving supreme power to the already hubristic conglomerates claiming to be style purveyors. We’ve gone on for too long, being subservient sheep to those brands who insipidly dress top celebrities and spend boatloads of marketing dollars. Censorship and freedom of speech are being seriously discussed.

For me, it’s about stories, the memories which can be woven into a fabric.