This collection acts as a celebration of ageing. I want to communicate a visual cornucopia of nostalgia and eclecticism, inspired by the natural eccentricity of the older generation. I wrote a poem which acts as my ode to the old and collection concept. Here is a verse from my poem ‘striped socks and stolen frocks’: “Becoming old is the joy found in a pair of striped socks, Which match the crimson of a granddaughters crocs. Old is the wooden jewellery box, Releasing the scent of secretive excitement, As we try on granny’s pearls and night frocks. Becoming old is the strike of the grandfather clock, Marking another year around the block.”