I went to Deluxe Thali with a sewing machine, a box of eye patches, and a slightly unreasonable number of things I wanted people to make.

I’m not interested in turning everything I make into one neat brand. I’m building a practice; one that can hold graphic design, textiles, teaching, the Atelier, Chaos Club, writing, making, and whatever comes next.

This essay is Part 2 of a two-part series on fashion as practice and rebellion. In Part 1, I revisited my teenage experiments: imperfect, messy, but deeply mine. Here, I turn to the present: the loops of teaching and learning, the radical refusal of consumer rules, and the shared ecosystems that grow in my atelier today.