A Rose from Concrete, Pt. VI: Roses and Rainbows 

A rose may bloom from unlikely circumstances.

It may take years... 

And? 

“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”

Photography of Hannah Ana Noonoo, by Runway 7, NYFW: 9/24 

It's the same point with eco fashion. 

The fashion industry is breaking. It’s becoming more inclusive, eco-friendly.

Every punch, every setback, every storm builds the fighter inside.

Sustainable fashion is the challenge of our generation.

It needs to change faster.

Photography of Nani Montanez, by Lynne's Photograph, Pigeon Forge  

Let's make sustainable fashion mainstream, not niche. 

We can ignore reality, or embrace the future. 

Can we change in time?...

Even if things aren't ideal... 

Fashion helps. It move things forward. It’s a voice, an artform of advocacy.

Especially when they can’t hear us.  

Photography of Nani Montanez, by Lynne's Photograph, Pigeon Forge  

Fashion speaks louder than words.

We need more models modeling melting glaciers, so people pay attention.

Like the butterfly effect, each commitment to change causes ripples of change.

If a butterfly flapping its wings can cause a tornado in Brazil, why can’t it also create a rainbow?

It’s our choice…

Photography of Hannah Ana Noonoo, Gerald Tookes, Runway 7, NYFW: 9/24 

Our final velvet red rose blooms after multiple storms. This gown celebrates a rose in full bloom, no longer bound by concrete. 

We wanted to embrace a woman’s femininity and curves, like all the petals of a rose in full bloom.

Velvet is one of those fabrics that always feels good and makes us smile when we wear it. In velvet, it’s always a perfect fit!

After blooming, after every storm, we end with 

Rainbows: a family of eternal optimists.

This gown reminds us of fluffy clouds with layers of tulle. 

Our rainbow gown has multi-colored panels and a matching braided belt. All of the colors of the rainbow are equally beautiful and work together in harmony.

After a long rain, the light of a rainbow is especially beautiful. 

There's no place like home, no place like home, no place like home....

This too shall pass... 

Exes and O’s.

I can bloom from concrete.

I can buy myself flowers.

One, two, three—and then I

Made my get way.