I see you, On the pathway around 10 meters away. You catch my gaze and I look away, Look down, look anywhere else. But your eyes stay, why do they stay? Cemented, I can feel it intrude my insecurities. Your sight traces my temple, from my eyes, to my nose, the straight line of my... Continue Reading →


Burka by Hussein Chalayan

Out of these collections, the one that struck me the most and left my mind tingling, was the Spring 1988, “Burka”, still spoken about today, roughly, 18 years later. The most thought-provoking, intriguing collection, minimum in look but maximum in thought.

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