We may well live in times faster than our own forms, but as much as artists may wander and work faster and wider than any era before, friendship and collaboration still bloom brightest in proximity, community and often commiseration.
I met Megan St Clair four years ago in London. We quickly bonded over her gorgeous friends and ongoing tolerance for my intentions. Women come and go but good friends always stay and we found ourselves navigating our early careers in fashion together. Quickly we found we had the same deep-seated questions about family, fathers and love.
Megan’s work swayed me over the years. Her trust in her own line and willingness to look deeper rather than away taught me to flinch less and trust my eye more. More importantly, she has nurtured a greater maturity in me and is often the stern, increasingly un-ignorable voice in the back of my head.
Our collaboration grew out of the natural paths of our own lives; so many stories across so many seas. For both of us often the pace of work and travel exceeds our own minds and chronology—context, place, details and subjects slip slightly into our imagination and focus.
We worked further into this mindset and Megan drew into and upon, not just my favourite personal work, but also images representative of our conversations: off-the-grid locales we longed to see and the locals we didn’t see enough of.