The collars were beautiful, and even within imposed limits, there was a myriad of possibilities: satin, silk, lace, macramé. However, both the uniform and collar felt confining and suffocating. Putting them back in the closet after school felt like a liberation.
Fast forward many years later, memory associates that same uniform and collar with the most endearing experiences of school years: forming first friendship bonds, having a first romantic crush, pranking teachers and laughing so hard that our bellies hurt when we managed to succeed, receiving a first love note. What used to be something to rebel against became an object of longing and nostalgia.
The Uniform body of work explores this shift in perspective: what is more real, our experience in the present or how we end up remembering it in the future?
