Kabul

As I walk in the streets of Kabul,

behind the painted windows,

there are broken hearts, broken women.

Butterflies flying by, have no color in Afghani women’s eyes

for they can’t see nothing but blood shaded streets.

-Sheema Kalbasi

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The stark contrast between the heart-wrenching reality and the surrealistic charm of Afghanistan inspires me. Kabul is the

colossal fairground for immense possibilities and deep-rooted desire; however, overcast by the gloomy shadows of fear and hurt.

In an attempt to emphasise this age-old disparity, I have blended the opposites, in terms of the fabrics, surfaces and the silhouettes.

Pure silk is combined with raw silk and double jersey fabric. The pointelle structure and the simplistic hand embroidery render a subtle

texture and delicate appearance. All the fabrics have been tea-dyed, imparting a modest and elegant candour.

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