This winter collection explores our relationship with rain — changeable, demanding, essential. A relationship punctuated by adaptation: protecting ourselves or letting ourselves be drenched; as we do in our relationships with the world and with ourselves: sometimes we move forward — drop by drop, sometimes we take shelter.

Like the warmth of a refuge, and the strength needed to face the elements, two chapters echo each other:

• Rain-tea, the calm of days spent sheltered, when the rain becomes white noise, lulling Sunday activities.

• Rainy-to-wear, the rain to (endure)wear, the one that pushes us outside despite the wind, the one we choose to inhabit rather than flee from

It is a living, almost human rain — like a friend wounded by the disruption of her world. Broken by the violence inflicted on her Nature family, she spends weeks without giving any news, as if abandoned, then returns stronger than ever in torrents of water that flood the land and overflow the riverbeds.

In the downpours, clothing becomes shelter.

Dedicated to my (very wet) roommate. 🌧