While writing this post my hands are shaky. I have debated should I or should I not be upfront about the situation. But as the season kicks off and the clock is ticking for the first, and slightly dreaded, interview where I'm asked about the new collection, where will I be showing etc, etc..
With some sorrow and some relief I confess that there will be no Paris this season. The decision, after ten collections, to let the train go, maybe for now, has been equally simple as it has been complex.
I have never complied with the industry standard but I did have some comfort in knowing that at least Paris was there. Season after season it gave me some normality in a rollercoaster ride of unpredictable excitement.
And as one mourns the loss of a dream, I am intrigued as to what the future beholds.
I know my best work is yet to come. It is when and how, which remains a mystery.