Gawd… so hungover. Sometimes I’m glad my studio is a big, black box and today is one of those days. Sunlight would really kill me. But Holy Fuck! Was last night worth the 6 Jager-shot hangover. I found the rock. I found the roll. I had a vision of rock ‘n roll crossed with classic and now know my direction for next season: Rock-coco!

Must go look for fabrics…

…after I sleep a bit longer. My brain is going to jump out of my skull.