"And It’s Again Snowing In My Heart"
The last place I ever wanted to call home when I was
there,
now is the nostalgic period of my life
here
The place that I was always eager to leave behind is now the home of my thoughts and nostalgic memories. The quite interesting and disturbing thought is that I’d rather miss this home somewhere else than while actually living there. The home that marked the chronology of tough experiences we went through, is calling back for its revival to be remembered in a better way from now on.
The cement walls, with cold bricks showing up, that grow taller and higher have been watching me, from the highest point observing me walking among them. The windows, some full of bright yellow like sunlight and life, some with gloominess as a ghost of life went out, some create new stories, some bury the ashes of the past. How strange curiosity can be: me looking at the glass eyes of the grey blocks while being spied by them.
Faceless buildings with windows full of spirit became one of the witnesses of me admiring them. And they witnessed my skin forming goosebumps once the snowflake touched it. From high above I was a mark on the pure white canvas.//
mood board
Process/draping board
illustration/collage lineup
outfit boards
Technical flats
material board
The textures of the fabrics are mostly rough,like wool,which serves as a shield for faceless people against the severe snow and cold. Blends of polyester and cotton were used to make suits that older people would wear on their way to work before the sun came up. To show the grid nature of the block houses that surrounded me, I selected rough and heavily woven tweed, where each warp and weft and their ways are visible. Finally, cotton was used for button-down shirts, noticeable only by the protruding collar and untacked hem.
