The María Print
Named for the women who first put flowers in my hands.
María is my grandmother's name. It is also my mother's name. Two women who, without knowing it, gave me everything I needed to become who I am: one through her garden, the other through her flower shop.
This print was born from the plants of my childhood home in Mexico. The bright orange of cempasúchil, the flower of Día de Muertos, the deep carmine of grana cochinilla, and the strong orange of a wild flower that grows between the rocks of my own garden.
Every piece bearing the María print was dyed by hand in Mexico, then brought to Paris to be cut and sewn.
No two pieces are identical. Just like the women who inspired them.
This one is for them. And for every woman who has ever been handed a flower and understood, in that moment, that it meant something.
