COLLECTION 08
#Mother
"If no one records certain things, Mom's traces in this world will be swiftly erased. On a day not too far away, my own traces in this world will also be wiped away, like a veil
of dust blown away by time." — Yang Benfen, Qiu Yuan.
Mom, throughout the years they have walked, there was love and dedication, but also frequent contradictions, fears, and even sacriffces. There were moments when they wanted to escape. They are like a piece of paper that has been repeatedly crumpled by life, wrinkled and translucent.
One day, when we return to the place where our childhood began, the familiar smell that wafts out when we open the drawer, and the handwriting on the stacks of old draft papers bring to mind a gentle figure.
LAMRONS Spring/Summer collection 08, it depicts a pair of young hands wiping the dust off old photos, rediscovering the "SHE" who once held hope for life.
Mom, throughout the years they have walked, there was love and dedication, but also frequent contradictions, fears, and even sacriffces. There were moments when they wanted to escape. They are like a piece of paper that has been repeatedly crumpled by life, wrinkled and translucent.
One day, when we return to the place where our childhood began, the familiar smell that wafts out when we open the drawer, and the handwriting on the stacks of old draft papers bring to mind a gentle figure.
LAMRONS Spring/Summer collection 08, it depicts a pair of young hands wiping the dust off old photos, rediscovering the "SHE" who once held hope for life.
