BOOKENDS; WORDLESS WEDNESDAY, PARIS

  It all started with a degree in Fashion Design and pattern making from the Grafton Academy in Dublin, so where else was I destined to live? The joys of working as a pattern making in this industry was the ability to live in different counties. In London I worked for Reiss, in Amsterdam I […]

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TO LINGER, LONGER, MAYBE

  Like a whisper tissue is painted with purpose, silk spun from crisp cuts, white scented with sapphire parading into Prussian (fragile of frame and filigree), like a thought an image opens, a petal unfolding, shades seep into substance as the edges fade (how quickly we fall to forgetful) light, liquid, linger, a little longer. […]

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OUR SHADE IN TIME

  Look for me in the layers lost, in the careful caress that concerns the contours of form and finesse. The million meters mounded into magic, turned and twisted into tastes now termed timeless, look for me in the yards that yield towards yellow, that burn into beauty, like ochre opening, that grow towards the […]

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THE NEW LOOK

  I am that fine line that divides what is feminine from what is futuristic. That fine line that flushes the fabulous out the fickle. The reflection of what once was encased in something else that might one day be called another new look.     All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly This […]

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