about imogen

When I design, I imagine a garment suspended on a plastic hanger in a stark white room. Fabric, drape, and craftsmanship activate the space, commanding it. The garment becomes a museum—holding its own history and anticipating the story of the body that will inhabit it.

 

As a designer, I aim to shape the space around the garment, embedding narrative into the seam lines. Consider a tailored suit: rounded shoulders, a meticulously hand-stitched canvas chest plate, these intentions, these delicate manipulations of cloth, evolve into garments that absorb the body’s idiosyncrasies, becoming both framework and canvas for personal expression.

 

Fashion is, for me, an intimate dialogue with the world. This makes environmentally conscious practice essential. Techniques such as Boucherié, beeswaxed cotton, upholstery off-cuts, upcycling, bio-dyeing the list is overflowing with ideas on how to harness this planets natural charm without exploiting it in the process. Trading in my traveler’s cheques for concepts, the weaving hands of the women in Morocco hold mine as I create the fabrications of my pieces; The abrasion of twine in a fisherman’s knots, the crunch of tarpaulin on a building site, the drag of glue across an upholsterer’s brush. These encounters shape my garments, while late night chit chats and throwaway phrases inform their movement and the spaces they occupy.

 

Art, design, and fashion began for me in my grandmother’s craft room at 6am on a rainy Sunday in England. I aim to preserve that intimacy—the liberating craftsmanship that exists only for the body and its story. When I design, I return again to the image of a garment hanging on a plastic hanger in a white, desolate room, waiting for me to investigate its next exhibition, ready to embark on its next journey.