After a long hiatus - a period spent in the sun, a period spent on the farm, a period spent looking inward, a period spent in silence and a period spent asking myself some fundamental questions about my practice, I’m back (I think).
In the silence I tore myself down.
I was plagued by self-doubt, I was uncertain about my abilities and a part of me strongly felt like it was time to step away from fashion entirely. After all, I absolutely hate the mechanics of the industry, so why stay?
But in the silence, I built myself up again.
I met myself for what felt like the very first time. I was able to extend grace to myself, I rediscovered that spark that pulled a young graduate away from architecture and into fashion. I became curious again. I come back, not with all my questions resolved but with a little more clarity on how I would like to proceed - at much gentler pace, with intention and with purpose, prioritising thought and craft, always.
A lot of my work has always revolved around identity, this fundamental building block of who we are and the arduous process of finding out who we are. [collection name] is the second chapter of a series of sartorial expressions of the journey of self defining, starting with the question many of us have asked ourselves over and over again, ”Who am I?”
FLUX
noun: a state of uncertainty about what should be done (usually following some important event) preceding the establishment of a new direction of action
If something is in a state of flux, it is constantly changing.
[Oxford Languages]
IDENTITY
noun: the fact of being who or what a person or thing is.
The characteristics of determining who or what a person or thing is.
[Merriam-Webster]
Even after all this time, I still can’t help but wonder, does this journey of finding ourselves truly ever end?
Photography
@josephbaraza
Model
@maggyshish_
Styling and production bryan.emry
Video
@magatimaosa
#flux#kephamaina #neoafrican #africanfashion #africanart#african#eastafrican#nairobi
![After a long hiatus - a period spent in the sun, a period spent on the farm, a period spent looking inward, a period spent in silence and a period spent asking myself some fundamental questions about my practice, I’m back (I think).In the silence I tore myself down. I was plagued by self-doubt, I was uncertain about my abilities and a part of me strongly felt like it was time to step away from fashion entirely. After all, I absolutely hate the mechanics of the industry, so why stay? But in the silence, I built myself up again.I met myself for what felt like the very first time. I was able to extend grace to myself, I rediscovered that spark that pulled a young graduate away from architecture and into fashion. I became curious again. I come back, not with all my questions resolved but with a little more clarity on how I would like to proceed - at much gentler pace, with intention and with purpose, prioritising thought and craft, always.A lot of my work has always revolved around identity, this fundamental building block of who we are and the arduous process of finding out who we are. [collection name] is the second chapter of a series of sartorial expressions of the journey of self defining, starting with the question many of us have asked ourselves over and over again, ”Who am I?” FLUX noun: a state of uncertainty about what should be done (usually following some important event) preceding the establishment of a new direction of action If something is in a state of flux, it is constantly changing. [Oxford Languages] IDENTITY noun: the fact of being who or what a person or thing is. The characteristics of determining who or what a person or thing is. [Merriam-Webster] Even after all this time, I still can’t help but wonder, does this journey of finding ourselves truly ever end? Photography @josephbarazaModel @maggyshish_Styling and production bryan.emryVideo @magatimaosa#flux#kephamaina #neoafrican #africanfashion #africanart#african#eastafrican#nairobi](https://sp1.picnob.com/p/pt_6847113321506557671956_0_91d4dbe709453f06d84b668e05bf63c2.jpg?o=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&h=fa9b55bfae0151335f963da772161a32)
