it’s not happenstance

He could be wearing a windowpane suit one day, and theatre blacks and a grey hoodie the next. On both days he is in his element, and I am in mine — he spins songs with nimble fingers leaping across ivory keys, and i’m across the room, in the centre of petals of pale gold satin and organza, working with needle and thread. I’ve always loved sewing because it quietens the mind, but here at the smu studio i am always listening, observing, looking up in between stitches to realise that it’s possible to be smitten with an old, best friend in new ways all over again.