In the sunny nook of a glass-and-steel modernist villa outside Milan that serves as her modest live-in studio, while a fox-faced blonde dog called Gipsy prowls around, Marion Baruch is describing a revelatory encounter with a sack of discarded fabric. She got it from a man she met in a pizzeria who worked in the Italian fashion industry (for Gucci et al), and it contained the negative space of style: unwanted cloth left over once the shapes for haute couture…
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