Almost every garment here started as something else.

Deadstock.
Thrifted.
A suit somebody abandoned.

Material arrives with its own story—deadstock, thrifted, abandoned. Seams, length, width already set. That's not a constraint I work around. It's the constraint I work through.

One piece emerges from each bolt. No two are the same. Which is either a serious limit or the entire point, depending on how you feel about owning what nobody else does.

Print works the opposite way. Drawn and pulled here in the studio, a small run in a numbered series. These I make multiples of—the only time I let go of the one-of-one rule. Limited not by material scarcity, but because endless repetition turns novelty into noise.