Flight is what both inspires and frightens me from an early age, that’s why my
summer collection started with feathers. For me it’s a symbol of freedom, purity,
levity and new life.
Spending summers at my grandmother’s as a kid, I used to watch swallows learn
to fly. I also remember my brother learning to walk — the sheer amount of scuffed
knees…I was unconsciously watching him recognize his own sense of self
and sense of balance in space.
It’s incredible how as kids we discover the world and ourselves through scratches
and wounds and as we get older we do the same, but through emotional wounds.
Mistakes are not a negative experience. It’s a valuable lesson that becomes
an invisible talisman.