My body, my body. My fragile body. Sometimes I worry that it's
dying. What can I do to protect you?
I feel like my entire being is an open sore some days - like I have no
skin. What a comfort to be swaddled in bandages.
All the things we do to try to hide our injuries. We are the walking wounded.
I have tried to capture the tenderness of the human spirit that lies
under our skin, under our clothes, in the designs for spring this
season. Small, thoughtful details that make the styles sweet but
don't mask their purity.