August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
Sylvia Plath (via tat-art)
Eight years ago, at the start of his unconventional career, Mr. Chalayan, who lives in London but plans to show here from now on, buried some fabric in his backyard. He wanted to see how it would look decomposed. Awful, as anyone then might have told him.
"Chalayan Peels Away Time, Layer by Layer", Cathy Horyn, The New York Times, 9 October 2001.