bernardbassaw

Note - name of client is an alias, not a the real name The dress hung in my workroom like a shadow given form. I’d called it “Midnight’s Whisper.” It wasn't mine, not really. It was for Elara, a woman whose posture spoke of boardrooms, but whose eyes held a longing for something she couldn't name. She’d asked for “unforgettable.” The bodice was a mosaic of delicate black lace, each flower painstakingly appliquéd over a nude silk underlay. The real magic, though, was the trimmings. Along the...

The Wedding Guest She came to amorak with a whisper of an idea, and the scent of rain clinging to her coat. She didn’t want to be the bride, she explained, her voice as soft as the twilight outside. She wanted to be a note of a perfectly composed song—elegant, remembered, but never overpowering the melody. Her friend’s wedding was to be in a sun-drenched vineyard, and she wanted to wear something that felt like a secret the evening light might tell. She pointed to the lace, a masterpiece....

There are projects that are simply enjoyable, and then there are projects that remind you exactly why you fell in love with design in the...