A bar coaster, a luggage tag. A restaurant bill from a summer sailing through islands, kept as a reminder to return, but it was the siren blue mermaid logo, the rushed scribble of an incredible meal with the wine tallies that made it one to keep. A single bright note, change from the gates of the temple rising from the jungle, incense burning, morning sun glaring but inviting, shadows dancing amongst the vivid moss. One thousand years of history we get to witness. Colour is only part of it. A feeling is harder to hold. That is what we are always chasing. A perfume swatch still tucked between pages that transport you the moment you open them. A snapshot taken in traffic standstill, the song playing on the taxi radio whilst a swarm of vehicles lie ahead tooting in a symphony.

Music guides how we feel about a piece, shifts the mood of a room, changes everything.

We grew up on MTV but nothing hits as hard as Gabriel's Oboe. A soundtrack encapsulates a place, a feeling, the same way light sits at a particular time of day. A sunrise we trekked for. A sunset that surprised us. A glimmer over an ocean. A magnificent storm.

Surrounding yourself with pieces that give to you, not take. Endless samples and strike offs mixed in between, in boxes, in drawers, on walls, in our phones, in our memory.

How lucky that the world gives us things worth carrying.

An Aquarius who dreams in colour, who sees the pieces before they exist, who has never needed a reason to believe in magic, she dreams it and draws it, places it on paper with complete conviction. And a Gemini who catches those dreams mid-air, translates the invisible into something you can hold and wear and carry with you. The stars did not just align for Saint Jane. They conspired.

Having grown up in countries where silk is revered, where it has been woven into culture, ceremony and daily life for thousands of years. The privilege of being able to visit the silk fields to sit with the people who have given their lives to understanding it, the temperance, the care, the hours of hand looming that go into every length of fabric before we even begin. The clack of the silk being weaved by hand, bursts of new colour being brought in. Those who paved the way are the reason our designs can shine.

In a world where convenience is at your fingertips we enjoy the trials that come with it. Every piece takes as long as it takes. Some designs come easily, a psychedelic dream, others we have to work hard for. The pursuit, the patience, the coming back to something when the time is right.

We have waited outside print shops. Taken chances on places. Trialled countless methods before we even get to discuss the stitching. Even once something is signed off it can take many rounds before it is ready.

The designs can take years to perfect.

Machines can damage silk. Temperature changes it. Humidity shifts the colour. Silk is a natural protein fibre that absorbs dye differently to anything else, it drinks it in rather than holding it on the surface, which means the margin for error is almost nothing and the learning curve is steep. Constantly dancing on the thin line whilst never dropping our standards.

Collaborating with artists and designers we admire is one of the best parts of the job. Showing someone your sketches, giving them half a map to finish. Letting another set of eyes into your world and seeing what they find there. Getting a glimpse into theirs in return. An exchange of ideas, of beauty, of perspective, it is so good for the soul. Art has always been better shared and we are endlessly excited by who we get to share it with.

Once a piece is out in the world it becomes part of someone else's story entirely, worn somewhere new, seen against a different light, carried into a life we will never know but feel connected to. That is the cycle and the greatest joy of it all.

A labour of love. Something beautiful to share.

Welcome to the family.