Not that what I’ve said online is untrue. But that a certain amount of substance and essence isn’t there. This is partly because a photograph often needs no explanation, and partly because when I type on the internet (about fashion, or an event, or whatever else) I leave no space for depth of thought.
If you could read some of the passages I’ve written in this notebook… Yes, because I’m writing this by hand in a diary, in an effort to slowly, very slowly, begin to communicate more honestly. This is a diary of healing. That’s part of it, you see… No, that’s all of it. I write, I take photos, I make clothing to heal the everyday and not-so-everyday fissures.
I need simplicity, honesty, and tenderness now more than ever. That’s what I hope to give to you, and I hope you’ll stick around.