We salute the noble mudlarks! Along the banks of
the dirty old river, these resourceful scavengers
sift the silt for the buried remnants of a
hundredscore years. A clay pipe, an ivory button,
a Roman coin, a charred remnant of the city’s
first campfire – what fresh delights will the
ebbing tide reveal?
The repetitious cycles of the fashion mainstream
follow only the current, overlooking in their
arrogance all that is deemed washed up. This we
disdain! Arrayed in our exploratory uniform, we
champion the serendipity of the chance find.
Through fine-grade steel mesh we filter and sieve
the accumulated influences of these islands’
centuries. From abandoned yarns and threads we
knit knotty new designs. On interwoven hooks and
grommets we hang our trouvés, the treasures we
have found lying half-buried in the sediment of
Inspiration through recirculation!