PÈLERIN

THERE IS A WOMAN WHO MOVES THROUGH THE WORLD DIFFERENTLY. SHE DOES NOT ARRIVE AS A TOURIST BUT AS A STUDENT.. OF COLOUR, OF CRAFT, OF THE QUIET INTELLIGENCE WOVEN INTO CLOTH BY HANDS THAT LEARNED FROM OTHER HANDS. SHE COLLECTS. SHE REMEMBERS. SHE WEARS HER WANDERING WITH EASE.

PÈLERIN IS HER WARDROBE AND HER WORLDVIEW. A RESORT COLLECTION BORN OF THE SILK ROAD’S ENDLESS CONVERSATION BETWEEN CULTURES.. PERSIAN PAISLEY AND UZBEK SUZANI, RUSSIAN FOLK AND FRENCH RIVIERA, THE SPICE MARKET AND THE BEACH CLUB, THE FLEA AND THE SOIRÉE. THESE ARE NOT REFERENCES BORROWED LIGHTLY BUT TEXTURES ABSORBED OVER A LIFETIME OF LOOKING.

ACROSS THREE DROPS, BOTEH TRACES A PILGRIMAGE THROUGH PRINT AND PALETTE. OCTOBER ARRIVES WITH THE WARMTH OF TERRACOTTA AND CORNFLOWER, PATCHWORK AND SILK. NOVEMBER DEEPENS INTO WINE, MADDER AND NATURAL DYE, LAYERING CULTURE UPON CULTURE WITH THE EASE OF A WOMAN WHO HAS ALWAYS KNOWN HOW TO MIX. DECEMBER LIFTS INTO LIGHT.. FOLKY FLORALS, FILET CROCHET AND THE BLAZING HUES OF A SUNSET YOU NEVER WANT TO END.

THE THREAD THAT RUNS THROUGH IT ALL IS CRAFT; BEADED, LACQUERED, SMOCKED, WOVEN, STITCHED.. AND THE CONVICTION THAT A GARMENT MADE WITH REVERENCE WILL BE WORN WITH JOY, SEASON AFTER SEASON, LONG AFTER THE JOURNEY HOME.