‘Never leave home without a scarf and lipstick’ was the advice my gran gave me when departing to become a banker. Since then, I’ve always worn a silk square around my neck. It was my talisman, my protector, my bit of colour in a world of grey suits.
Financial crises, short-termism, forgetting who the client was… shrivelled my joy of the city. It was time to pursue old passions; textiles design. Through art and photography I wanted to reclaim what had become alien.
I transform the urban silhouette by highlighting its beauty to the wearer, whether portrayed as a Pimlico parking line, a Westminster pavement stone pegged with chewing gum, or a Hackney manhole cover.