The making of the Birka Collection: I made your cloth

April 28th my new Birka collection will be presented at the Uma Obscura festival in Umeå, Sweden. I am so excited, my very first fashion show! I have been collecting items for this line for over three years, now I see my vision take shape.

When you know exactly who made your cloth.

Today I scored a vintage hand woven locally made table cloth, made by a lady called Nanny Falkman-Johansson from Källö-Knippla, one of the islands of the Gothenburg archipelago. Isn’t that amazing? Talk about knowing who made your clothes. It turns out that one of my closest friend’s grand mother lives at that very island. I asked her about Nanny to see if I could find out some more information, and I sure did. Nanny lived to be over 90 years old and was well known on the island as a very talented crafter who worked with textiles.

The Birka Collection will be made of 95 % upcycled material, all hand woven wool, vintage handcrafted copper and silver jewelry and natural material which resonance with my Scandinavian heart.

❄❄❄ Tickets are out – get your to the Uma Obscura festival. It will so be worth it!

The making of the Birka Collection: hidden treasures

Pretty things are easily found, but for me, beauty possesses another dimension. A depth. I tend to fall in love with what is not obvious. In the tinest of things, in what is hidden. It resonances in most things I do, and especially in my design.

What is hidden, might be found.

Working on my new collection, this is my main approach. Transforming items, hiding elements which are like buried treasures to be discovered, or maybe to remain unrevealed. I know what they are, the care and love put into creating my vision. It brings a smile to my face. That is enough.

This is a centerpiece I made for one of the Birka costumes which will be featured at the Fashion show at the Uma Obscura festival April 28th 2018 – will the crowd notice the dark amber stone I put in the centerpiece? Certainly not. I don’t even think my model will notice it to be honest. If I didn’t know it was there, I’d probably miss it, too. Still, even if not searched for, it is there. Not waiting to be discovered, unlike people, a piece of stone hardly know the meaning of waiting. Still, there it is. Now isn’t that a thing of beauty?