She made the jacket in late October, using every spare moment when neither the Institute, the baby, nor the household arrangements demanded her presence which was ironically both not many hours and enough hours, as she had already learned and was still learningthat, if you are serious about guarding your work, it will always find its time.
Delacroix's was the brief: one piece of clothing that could reveal the person wearing it at a glance. No other instructions. No specific method, no particular fabric, no expected silhouette. Just: who is she, and if that is the case, how does the item you have created communicate it to me without words.
She had given it a lot of thought, the very week preceding the moment she touched the cloth. It was a method, passed to her by her mother and solidifie
