One of my main obsessions and inspirations is japanese textiles. I’m very excited for tomorrow I’m going to see a Kabuki play with my mum, I’ve not been since I was about 5 or 6 when she took me then. Apparently she was completely amazed by the whole spectacle and started collecting books of Edo period woodblock prints, and photography of the costumes. I remember growing up with these stunned by the colour, pattern and style of these exotic forms. Recently I’ve been spending my sundays down Brick Lane, not shopping so much, and not so into people watching as I used to be, as everyone seems to look the same these days, but just wondering, taking in the vibrant atmosphere and being open to looking at all the colours, patterns and textures found on all the market stalls, still nothing pulls me more than a kimono or two.