Vahini reads as a gown. She is not one.
Vahini began with the Philippine art of draping, and with a trip to the beach.
The shapes come from seashells — the grains, the curves, the way nature builds volume out of very little. But without the palette usually attached to that idea. In denim chambray it reads fiercer than it has any right to.
I had to put that into something wearable. That was the moment fashion, art and memory stopped being separate things for me.— Juhi









