And I feel like a proud mama
Nine years ago, I bumped into Priscilla in the pool house of our mutual friend/photographer’s home, where she was preparing her very first collection of about 10 pieces and readying them for a photoshoot.
We were ex-colleagues, and did a stint in the same publishing house but never did collaborate. But quickly, we reconnected, and started discussing about her debut capsule at hand, examining the batik fabrics she sourced and used, and talked at length about the pieces that worked and that didn’t.
I remember that Priscilla was little nervous—because I was the first journalist to comb through her designs— and when she is nervous, she actually speaks quite calmly; sometimes a bit woozy from all the excitement. But she was very eloquent in what she wanted to convey with each piece; and it was never just a skirt or a dress. It was never just clothes. From there, she birthed a passion project named after both her parents: Ong Shunmugam.