Kebaya Era
Oh well I fell in love with the dream, the idea that women can be beautiful in their own skin painted with lace. Not for someone else to adore, but for their own enjoyment of embracing this form of themselves. I saw this aura on the island of Bali, Indonesia where the fragrance of frangipani flowers and incense burning became one. I used to rise early in the morning and walk to the beach to do yoga, I dreamed of this reality while in London. I wanted a tropical fashion fantasy that would be the norm.
So I opened a fashion studio in the garment district of Denpasar. I loved walking a stones throw to the Warung (local place to eat) where I had a selection of various traditional Indonesian dishes that I could enjoy for the equivalent of a dollar. I would have an afternoon massage for about five dollars after having visited the textile supplier next door. It was truly another world, somewhere between fashion fantasy and a thought that became a 3-year expedition a pilgrimage home.
In time I became a picture in a frame, missing important family moments one of my sister having her first born. Not long after there was a death in the family in Indonesia and through the sugarcane fields I heard the message, it is time for you to return home. You can build a fashion house anywhere. So I packed up my fabrics and textile books and we sent them up North to the Suwug village where I had set-up a free english school. We relocated the things I treasured for the hope that maybe I might return, but in different stance. I just had to process that there were more important things that could not wait.




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