Friday, 14 August 2009
''Crow must be obsessed. They are everywhere. Paper patterns. Practice toiles in cheap cotton. Violent nylon examples and now delicate silk versions that look like melted works of art. They’re hanging from the curtain rail. Hanging from the handles of the filing cabinet. Draped on the bed. Folded on and under the tiny desk, where the only object I can recognise between the piles is an old, black, hand-operated Singer sewing machine.
‘How long have you been making these?’ I ask.
‘Two years’, Crow says. ‘Before, I just knitted. It was so cold when I came to London. But then I went to the V&A. I saw Balenciaga. Vionnet. Now I practise.’''
An Extract from THREADS , by Sophia Bennett