just like Sal Paradise in "On the Road" by Jack Kerouac, every fabric and hand embroidery attached here tells a story. I still remember the day i found the last 5 meters on the consignment store, this cut jacquard attracts me like no other fabric.

I've always drawn to something surreal, between imagination and reality. Eyes, keyhole, body parts, It attracts me even before i know the word "surrealism". Maybe like someone who feels ecstasy on amphetamine. They just be. no reason, no background, and no need to dig deep why they attracts us in some way.