On a 90 degree afternoon last week, I descended a hushed staircase of walls painted thick black, flowed through red lacquered doors, and entered what felt like an opium den draped in Chinese opulence. The Met’s costume exhibit lit up the dark space with room-size screens portraying Chinese fashion in film. The young Last Emperor leans into luscious cushions wearing unthinkably fine embroidery on yellow silk, the color and intricacy reserved for his high estate.
ibu is a movement of women around the world growing into economic self-sufficiency through the art of their hands, bearers of both textile tradition and social change.
An ibu ally wraps our hand-loomed luxury around her shoulder or leans into a cushion shining with a woman’s imagination and she belongs to this movement.