Historically the Burberry check stayed tucked inside a trench. Symbolically walked its way into the runway. Represents what happens when the inside is taken out. When the narrative is flipped about and a new crowd traces their fingers along a red line. In time, the unseen becomes the spoken about, here in London Town where ‘the premium’ is interchangeable with ‘the people’ and the future fashion is fabulous but feasible. A haus cannot be built if the gate is not reachable, the ethos unreadable. A birch check cannot be made without various elements intersecting, community is another word for connecting. And how respecting tradition is sometimes about changing it. And how reflecting a collective is sometimes about renaming it. And how freedom is about reclaiming it, running to the rooftop with your love and exclaiming it.  produce and protect. reimagine and redirect. and how one line running through another is a symbol of love. I’m sure. I’ve checked.

Poem by Kai-Isaiah Jamal