DIARY

from my heart

from my heart

Every day since, dreaming up and building collections, as exciting as they were, I found myself slowly drifting away from that one feeling that had inspired me to initiate this journey. This gradual movement away from the roots had been creating a void that I have come to recognize recently.

M O O N L I G H T

M O O N L I G H T

A dimly lit street, drenched in moonlight, brought to life by the disappearing smoke of a forgotten cigarette. They poured themselves into each other as the night faded into the music. 



It is an attempt to accept the darkness that coexists with the sparkle, a celebration of a twisted romance, thats as electrifying as it is toxic.


Moonlight draws inspiration from the 1970's muses photographed in carefree moments that exhibit their fragile yet fierce individuality. The...


The Majestic Himalayas

The Majestic Himalayas

Watching the glistening snow sparkle at the horizon,
all senses celebrate each breath.

As the Woodpecker continues to assert his presence,
the rising sun beams it's way through the forest.

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Pine twigs light up the fireplace,
lending their rustic essence to the air.

As the sky turns to teal from a serene blue,
the stars twinkle over a chilling sight of infinity.

 

One Partidge Hill, March 2017

 

 

 

 

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walking I N W A R D

walking I N W A R D

The pursuit of making my design journey a record of personal experiences has been both, exhausting and fulfilling. Exhausting, because of the constant search within and the realisation that sadness (or discomfort) instills in me the kind of creative stimulation I seek. Fulfilling, because it's mine. 

As we dream on, here at the studio, and raise the curtain on the upcoming capsule, I couldn't help but take a stroll through this journey. Below are few moments that sparked feelings which unwittingly translated into design inspirations:

 ( March, 2014 / Discovering Solitude )




L I M B O

L I M B O



A cloud of melancholy set afloat above a life of routine. The same words, sounds, colors seemed to make up the daily, igniting fear in a heart that craved movement. A search for brand new endings shadowed a constant series of familiar beginnings. To and fro, the mind swayed between the uncertainty of satisfaction and the certain stillness.

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Does stillness mean abatement? Could the cloud of melancholy instead be a stroke of luck? A blessing of time? A measure of evolvement? A chance to take a moment?


STAY.