ASHLEY
The morning starts with the kind of silence that makes every small sound intrusive, from the drag of my pencil across paper to the tick of the designer clock on the far wall and even the low mechanical hum of the air conditioner.
My studio smells faintly of stale coffee and leather. Like old times, there's fabric everywhere; silks, linens, experimental blends that once made me feel alive. Now they just stare back at me, limp, as if waiting for me to remember how to be brilliant again.
I press my thumb against the edge of the sketchpad and flip through half-drawn silhouettes that are elegant but sadly soulless. The magic that used to pour out of me, is now down to a trickle.
Conversely, everyone is still raving about Noxx, and the latest midnight collection I just dropped. In a nutshell, the rebellious design connotes darkness structured in shards of lace and wrapped in precision.
