Clara Kensington

Some things are worth fighting for.

My name is Clara. I grew up in Kensington, in a flat above my mother's dressmaking studio — surrounded by fabric, scissors, and a woman who believed that how you dress is how you face the world.

I was 19 when she told me something I never forgot: "There are women fashion tells don't exist. That shouldn't be the way."

Nineteen years ago I opened these doors with one rule: no woman leaves feeling invisible.

I still choose every piece myself. I still ask the same question she taught me: does this make you feel like the best version of yourself?

If the answer isn't yes, it doesn't make it into the collection.

— Clara
Kensington, London. Est. 2007.