I can relate to that idea of clothes as costume. Not in the sense of trying to cover up or hide something, but in the sense of letting the clothes envelope you as part of its history, its story, its “life”. This dress, I bought in a vintage shop hidden in one of the many laneways of the city of Venice. My darling friend Glonaida and I spent nearly an hour in this quaint vintage store. The small Italian lady who owned it wasn’t paying any mind to us and our exclaimations of delight in what we saw was a trove of vintage loveliness. I love the emboridry at the collar, the way it comes in at the waist, the soft upturned sleeves. There is a beauty that it carries and a beauty that I love slipping on.
More images coming, more thoughts to read and more stories to tell. We anticipate and welcome it, because, haha, winter’s coming.
With Love and anticipation.