We fell in love beneath the palm fronds, as their leaves cast playful shadows on the pink sand. The tide would carry in sea biscuits intricately patterned and painfully delicate. We would wander through narrow streets amongst picket fences, prettily colored wooden homes, and a labyrinth of latticework. This collection is a memory of falling in love with both a man and a small Bahamian island.
This is a particularly personal collection for me, because all the patterns have been conceived by my son Felix and his eye for design.