Silk & YoYoda
Silk
YoYoda, I’ve been obsessed with the tension between pattern and improvisation—like a perfectly cut gown that still feels spontaneous.
YoYoda
A perfect cut is the sheet music, the pattern. Improvisation is the dancer who follows it but decides where to step. So you’re listening to a symphony that knows its score but lets every note breathe. It’s like a Jedi who can still pull a droid out of thin air—order and surprise in one breath.
Silk
Exactly, the pattern is the backbone, the improvisation is the soul. That’s how I stitch my collections, a precise line that still feels alive.
YoYoda
Your wardrobe is a riddle wrapped in fabric—pattern the spine, soul the smile. Just make sure the seams don’t betray the improvisation, or you’ll end up with a dress that screams “planned chaos.”
Silk
I only let seams be invisible, not a chorus of chaos. Every stitch has a purpose, so the dress whispers, not screams.
YoYoda
Invisible seams are the ghost‑walkers of a garment, they move so the dress can breathe. If each stitch is a note, the whole outfit becomes a quiet lullaby that still makes the wearer feel alive.