Our clothes are our time capsule. As the years go by, they get old and dusted, until we can barely recognize them. Like the memory gets blurry until it’s forgotten.
This project holds the memory of my great grandma and her Czech table cloths she brought with her to Israel in 1935.This project is dedicated to her siblings and parents who died in Auschwitz during the holocaust. All garments, patterns and fabrics were made in CLO3D.
This project holds the memory of my great grandma and her Czech table cloths she brought with her to Israel in 1935.This project is dedicated to her siblings and parents who died in Auschwitz during the holocaust. All garments, patterns and fabrics were made in CLO3D.
