She’s FLOW. In puffed sleeves. Cut on the bias. The satin gloves, tassled evening bag and strappy shoes scream post-Victorian. But the screaming doesn’t stop there! She’s scandalous, isn’t she? The dress just flows across her body, gathering at the hem. The folds get pretty busy down there but they’re not bunchy. The feel of it remains gauzy and light. That was the challenge while working on this piece. It was my first summer in Atlanta and fantasies of only good things to come coursed through me like a bubbling stream. The goal was to keep it airy and just let it flow. Can you feel it?
She’s in The Gallery.