I wanted abundance as labor in its most literal, living form — fermentation that refuses to complete, cultures that keep demanding attention. The Shuar tradition of chicha meets Savoyard alpine dairy and wine culture: two peoples intimate with processes that cannot be rushed or stopped, only tended. Her dress isn't ceremonial; it's a working archive of every near-disaster averted, every overflow caught. The staining becomes the garment's history, not its flaw. I wanted her tired and proud and genuinely present — the woman who chose this work and still chooses it, even when the vessels bubble through the night. — Lux