I don’t remember much from back then—
just the sensation of pretending.
Of stepping into clothes that didn’t quite fit. Of becoming something else, if only for a moment. They call it childhood amnesia, but I remember the feeling. The quiet magic of transformation. Now, I see how we dress children like tiny adults. How memory fades, but the longing doesn’t.

This collection comes from that space— from the pull between what we were and what we are. Between play and polish, freedom and form.

It is about the space in between.

Between memory and reality. Between child and adult.

It’s an attempt to hold both—to let them speak to each other