As the last wilts of the old year fade, we begin.
From the deepest crevices of our cores,
From the ashes of our thoughts,
From our emotions and our lives.
Because we cry and scream,
And laugh and smile,
And every aspect of our human being craves relief.
We begin, because we cannot hold on any longer.
We begin, because we must.
Best of the Rest
Visiting the XYZT exhibition in Paris.
Denim, chambray and blue suede shoes: unravelling the fuss about Blue.
Lessons from Worn Fashion Journal.
On testing, costumes and abandoning ideas.
Revisiting the Cheap Date Guide to Style by Kira Jolliffe and Bay Garnett.
Recollections from Devon.
A museum related musing.
The tale of a long lost love, in a jacket formation.
On finding your voice.
Chatting planet and process with Yorkshire-based label, Antiform.