As a child, Sunday afternoons were often spent at a magic shop after church, my father's promise of a dalliance with the occult usually compelling enough for me to tolerate the fois gras of the divine. Both realms were rife with repetitive phrases thought to conjure something into or out of existence, each word a conduit of that which it represented; a spell cast simply by speaking with intention.

 

The ‘TURN’, or the temporal space between when a spell is cast (the ‘pledge’) and when its magic HAS transpireD (THE ‘PRESTIGE),’  has always enchanted me; the moment during which the imagination fills the space between facts as the seemingly impossible becomes a reality in the mind. It is within this liminal space that time operates as both constant and abstraction, as powerful in surplus as it is in LACK.

 

LEONA explores this space as a throughline of THE ORDER, each object intended to cultivate the anticipation of an immanent indulgence. “Lingerie for your Table” echoes the function of its sartorial counterpart as an ornamented conduit of excitement, elevating a moment that may otherwise be left imprisoned in mediocrity.