Once upon a time, a woman was lost in the woods. The period is not clear, somewhere between yesterday and
the big bang. You can say that a lot of time has passed and too little.
From the depth of caves, human emerged and preached. They hunted and cried, they prayed and practiced if you
notice closely we still do. A lot of dust has settled indeed. Cave paintings have turned into projections. Animal
hides have been constructed into well-formed shoes and corsets. Raw Fabric has turned into high collars and
huge hats. There has been a lot of progress since ancient times. But I’m not so sure that we have developed in
fashion since vintage. Today the style in everyday shimmers rarely. The conscious emotion in crafting and
perfecting each garment seems stuffed underneath labels. The focus and effort spent on every little design detail
are replicated in factories of modernity. The luster of creation and originality found in the memory of Jacques
Fath and Gabriel Chanel is rusting in the ideals of distraction. Even in ancient Egypt, they were able to build
pyramids, undistracted ambition is the fastest way to grow. Time is the god, it is the creator and the destroyer.
With time we have become the supreme creatures of the earth. Many species are extinct because of our status.
We have distorted the earth. Plagued it with climate change, global warming, and toxics. Values have also
transformed from the revolutions of equality. What about the freedom of animals, freedom to march in their
habitats, fly in their sky. Why has fashion evolved only in its machinery and exiled its soul? Values are one of the
most important aspects of knowledge. Freedom for animals to live and welfare of nature maybe the notions of
tomorrow. But, we want to empower this voice before it’s too late. Today a plant burns, tomorrow a forest will.
How to stop these ravages?
How to learn from the ethics and remorse of the past?
Where did we go wrong?
How to retain the lost time?
It is not about the time passed, it’s about the time passing.
Hoping for the looming lady of tomorrow to emerge out of the forest.