In order to truly explain how special and personal this collection is to me, I need to take you back to my childhood. Nostalgic memories of soft, rustling wings in my father’s aviary, the two proud feathers in the brim of my uncle’s hat, my (still) strong belief in fairies at the bottom of my garden; I’ve always loved the idea of wings. That beautiful, suspended moment before a bird takes flight is magical to me.

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