Origins — a quiet beginning

“Before there were roads, there were threads.”

“Scenic Route began as a way of paying attention —

to the marks we leave,

to the feeling of time in fabric,

to the stillness between things.”

It started at home.

Small table. Loose fabric. A line of red thread.

No studio. No machinery.

Just the need to make something that carried atmosphere.

The first idea was repair — how a garment could show its history instead of hiding it.

But over time that shifted.

It wasn’t about mending what was broken.

It was about creating from a place that already felt lived, quiet, human.

Clothing not chasing fashion, but holding feeling.

Now Scenic Route is a slow experiment in tone and presence.

Every piece, every image, every line of text is part of the same question:

“What does it feel like to belong somewhere?”

Some garments are new;

some are found and re-worked.

All are shaped by atmosphere —

the air of a place,

the weight of a moment,

the way light hits worn cotton.

There’s no production line.

No rush.

Just an unfolding path.

Scenic Route isn’t a label in the usual sense.

It’s a growing body of work —clothes, sound, images, and words —

searching for resonance.

What connects them isn’t trend or season,

but tone — a mood that lingers like weather.

The red thread remains — not a promise of repair, but a line of connection.

Between maker and wearer, idea and material, journey and return.

“This is where the road begins — at the edge of a table, in the quiet, finding shape in fabric and time.”