Fiona Zoe Young: Alchemist of Shadows & Silk

"I don’t design clothes. I conjure spells." ✨

Inside every stitch, is a secret. A hint of rebellion. A breath of midnight mystery. That’s where I reside—in the mystical space between the seen and the unseen, the touched and the untouchable.

They label me a sustainable fashion designer, but that’s too simple. Too small. What I practice is closer to sorcery. I transform the cast-off, the thrown-away fabrics, the orphaned threads, the ghosts of old wardrobes into something utterly alive. My workroom? A microcosm of shadows, where silk quakes at my fingertips and linen yields to my breath.
My gift? I see the spirit inside of fabric. The way a bolt of organic hemp exhales with great relief when it is cut correctly. The way vintage lace shudders when it is kissed by moonlight. My hands do more than sew, they translate whispers. And darling, the planet is yelling* for something real.

But who am I? A specter in a spiffy coat. A paradox, in slow motion. I will let you in on a secret: I loathe the spotlight. That being said, I am draped in it because the planet is burning, and fashion is my weapon. My garments are not just carbon-neutral; they are carbon-lewd.

Did you know the first dress I ever made was stitched from my grandmother's funeral gown? Morbid? Indeed. But death is still another form of sustainability. ♻️⚰️

When I am not generating couture from Catastrophe, I am collecting scars—both actual and symbolic. (Ask me about the time I bled on a prototype and called it a piece of art.). Or wandering around some brightly-colored, if not neon, alleyway at 3 am like a modern witch, hunting for abandoned fabric. My muse? The unfinished, the damaged, that which people discard.

So here's the deal—if you are seeking fast fashion, swipe left. If you want to hold the history of the seams of the garment between your fingers, stay with me. But consider yourself warned— I don’t do predictable. And neither should you.

P.S. Yes, that is a corset made from repurposed prison uniforms. No, I won't apologise. 🔥