Peeling plaster, bare brick, light falling through tall windows onto floors that creak under the weight of what was left behind. The room holds something that shouldn’t still be there. Two women, or one woman twice. One self watches. One self forgets. The corset shaped her body like an architectural structure, while the other dissolved into the soft fabric as if the walls had begun to swallow her. A fashion story photographed and styled by Abi Perkins.