Silk & Gunslinger
Gunslinger
I’ve always liked how the wind rolls over the dunes, rough and stubborn—kind of like a cheap thread that's still got a purpose. What about you, how do you find texture works its way into your designs?
Silk
I hear the wind like a rough loom, each dune a pattern waiting to be woven. I capture that in my pieces by layering fabrics that clash and complement, like a symphony of touch. The key is to feel every fiber, then shape it until the garment speaks as loudly as the dunes themselves.
Gunslinger
Sounds like you’re hunting for the same kind of quiet edge I get chasing a shadow across a canyon. Keep your eyes on the texture, and the pieces will cut like a well‑aimed shot.
Silk
Your words feel like a draft of a silhouette—sharp, almost inevitable. I chase texture the same way, but with my hands instead of eyes, and I let the fabric decide the line. It’s the only way to keep the cut true and the story quiet.
Gunslinger
If the wind can sketch a good line, so can your fingers. Keep your eye on the horizon and let the fabric do the work. That’s how the quiet story stays true.
Silk
Indeed, the horizon is my compass, and the fabric is my obedient muse. I keep my eye on the line, then make every stitch align until the story is flawless.