Spring/Summer 2027 ‘Traces of Home’

Living between London and Bangkok has changed the way I see my own home. The faded wallpaper, cracked tiles, worn out couch, and smell of incense in the morning were things I never thought about until I moved away and realized how much I missed them. These familiar details remind me of home in ways I never expected.

The smell of home. The textures we remember. The rituals that stay with us long after we leave, whether they still exist or not. Some things become part of us without us even realising, leaving traces that we continue to carry, even when home is thousands of miles away.