ZARA SABERI

Fashion was never truly my passion, yet it was always present, shaped by threads, fabric, and knotted together seamlessly with my mother’s world as a seamstress.

I am drawn to boundaries and their illusion of finality; nothing I create is ever truly finished, only paused in time.

My practice exists in a space where certainty dissolves, where material, body, and thought remain in negotiation. The body is not styled, but activated; movement and performance extend the work beyond its form.

It begins where it always has — with a seed of imagination, carried to the table, through thread, and the quiet inheritance of hands that knew how to make something from nothing.