What happens when one takes all the noise away? Is it possible to fill an empty white room, commanding attention, without shouting for space?
This collection addresses these questions through radical reduction. By stripping everything away, the silhouette is revealed: bending, bouncing, flowing in curves—either long or abruptly cropped—moving sideways and away from the body, like drifting in and out of a dream. Tailoring is pared down to a curvaceous flow, and draping follows circular motions. Suddenly, the grand elegance of looping dresses and skirts is contrasted with the casualness of a T-shirt paired with slim trousers. Yet, nothing is quite as it seems. There’s a constant invitation to second-guess.
Zooming in and zooming out of a suspended headspace, the journey ends with a feathered white Johann Sebastian Bach T-shirt, redolent of rock-concert memorabilia, whose sheet music is printed on the outside walls of the showspace. Taking away all the noise, melody and rhythm remain.
Within the showspace, Tracey Emin’s sculpture quietly but powerfully sets the tone. Positioned at the heart of the room, The Only Place You Came to Me Was in My Sleep (2017) commands the environment with its haunting simplicity. This lone piece, a small bird cast in bronze perched atop a towering post, is both monumental and deeply delicate.
