DOOM AND BLOOM 2 / 2019
DOOM OR BLOOM 2 //2019-EMBRACE EARTH TILL DEATH DO US PART the marriage between man and nature is a constant struggle. human greed yearns for neverending “economic growth” ultimately leading to global warming, rising sea levels, and the destruction of nature. if nature dies, we die. are we still going to continue this way of life and be doomed, or is there an alternative that will allow us to reverse this status quo and bring the planet back to a blooming state?
DOOM AND BLOOM 1 / 2017
DOOM OR BLOOM 1 //2017-EMBRACE EARTH TILL DEATH DO US PART the marriage between man and nature is a constant struggle. human greed yearns for neverending “economic growth” ultimately leading to global warming, rising sea levels, and the destruction of nature. if nature dies, we die. are we still going to continue this way of life and be doomed, or is there an alternative that will allow us to reverse this status quo and bring the planet back to a blooming state? work commissioned by jacky heung, photographed in taiwan. photography by chris chan
FASHION ANATOMY / 2017
FASHION ANATOMY //2017 selected for london craft week, 2017, this collection uses remnants of my fashion label - discarded fabric, leftover yarn and wooden clothes hangers - to present a symbolic dissection of the fashion industry. having dressed people for a decade, i attempted to undress the industry i was once part of, and reflect on the blood, sweat and tears that goes into its creation. artwork commissioned and supported by hong kong economic & trade bureau, fashion farm foundation, sponsored by cathay pacific and dorsett uk.
FIGHT OR FLIGHT / 2016
FIGHT OR FLIGHT //2016 following the sudden passing of my partner and the closing down of my fashion label, i went to denmark for a year-long creative retreat. every day, i'd walk past a lake on my way home from the studio. i'd find fallen twigs and swan feathers, and along with yarn left over from my fashion label, i weaved them into frames found at flea markets and forged from salvaged wood. giving these fragile, forgotten objects new life was, somehow, healing for me. like wings being caught in a spider's web mid-flight, or maybe the deliverance of a...