Urban floor. Dust cracks wet patch pushed-up petals. Stalk through stone through concrete. Force in the sun-soft haze of blue days. Ease in the hard city. Sonia pushes her way through the concrete, a daisy in the tarmac, ironic and irreverent, unexpected. She loves you? She loves you not. No mister, thank you. Yes she’ll smile. But she won’t stop.
An urban bloom. Soft yet resilient. An architecture of darts brings gentle angularity to the technical jersey of a berry red jumpsuit or coral pink jacket. Disruption in the drape of a black woolen dress. Floral silk shirts and shorts are ripped up and restructured into asymmetric cascades of fading blooms, blurry around the edges. Blueprints in disarray.
The rough ‘n ready grit of worker blues. Torn up and reassembled. Back to front. Patchwork classics in cotton linen. Pants and coat, oversize, masculine maybe, but cinched at the waist when she wants. Worn over chests bear, but for a flash of circular coral cotton. Sonia’s words, whimsical. To the point. Fly away phrases trail behind her on half sweaters. In sticky speech bubbles or on the body scrawled. The flesh itself pronounced. Cheeky rejoinders to would-be seducers. Sweet even becomes savage as lightweight coral jackets, bombers and trench, reverse into leopard print. A cardigan becomes a dress, sleeves hung free from shoulders. Moving unpredictable, as does the day. Blue – first sky, gypsy then night. Lilac, palm and powder pinks blush flesh and orange by afternoon. Then descent of navy pleats in evening before corals flash to black. Ikat weaves pixelate lines. cotton color-blocks.
The broken contours of the urban body, edges hard. Text fragments. The city surfaces gleam hard and cool.
Chiné knit dresses, like granite draped, are worn on skin that’s bare. The lilac daybreak of a coat in neoprene. Protection. Swathed in personal space. Satin and metallic leather kiss bitumen and gravel. A jogger in lurex shimmers shattered glass in midnight blue. Inches above the asphalt, afloat hologram platforms. Sonia goes her own way. The only way she knows. Sweaters as scarfs and scarfs as skirts. Shadow play trompe l’oeil. Double decoys. Dresses mimic sweaters, cardigans suggest dresses. Layered lazy, safety-pin-approximate, inventing a self. Her street-self. An illusion. Are you dreaming?