I met Mame Ass last year. He was wearing his own design — embroidered, precise, unmistakably his. I asked him on the spot if he'd...

A shirt I made 17 years ago in Portugal. Found on a handcart in the streets of Saint Louis, Senegal — by my friend, by...

  Samba is a dyer in the neighbourhood where I stay in Saint Louis. He works with several techniques — one of his standards is...

My sister introduced us. What followed was a three-part collaboration spanning two cities, centuries-old woodblocks, and the ancient logic of resist dyeing.

  Jürgen is a friend from when I moved to Berlin in 1997. He was the former partner of the brand´s co-founder Viola when the...

• dance

We met them literally dancing on the sidewalk. A few days later, the streets of Saint Louis became our set.

Two brothers, a backyard, no electricity. For years I have been working with master dyers in Saint Louis — batik made over fire, each piece...

I met Cheikh at a fair — his strangest piece was a silver finger you could wear like a ring. I became his regular customer,...

Raul Walch, a friend and visual artist, had a nine-month residency at Villa Romana — and we went fabric hunting together in the Florence region.