DIRTY HANDS // CLEAN LINES
Every day I wake up, stumble out of bed, put the coffee on and wait for the girls to come in for work. My loft is only mine for a few hours in the morning light, then it belongs to JUNIM, and undoubtedly, we're going to make a mess. Fabric is shredded, tossed, cut into shapes and assembled into dresses before I throw on a pair of gloves, drench my hands in boiling water and get to work. The madness of the apparel business, the stress, the deadlines, the absolute panic (at times) is silenced when I get a moment to transform each dress into a beautiful sky scape. It's a dirty job, and I love doing it.