The Suit of Bill Bones

Cotton bedspread, linen remnants, calico, embroidery thread

2021-22

The jacket is made of a memory laden textile, a cheap bedcover I bought with my parents. It travelled through my teen-hood and twenties, between houses after my parents’ separation, redolent of the years of the onset of my illness, finally ending up by the sea in my current home in Kent. The suit was mainly hand sewn, supine, from my bed and the sofa in my flat. I anchor the fabrics, drawing them together into stillness after years of journeying, but leaving them frayed and ragged from their voyage. It is a transitionary garment, one to provide a bed-like shell to wear outside the house, made by my hands for my body. The tactile memories of a lifetime of bed culture to be taken out into the world, austere and in disguise.

Shoot with aluminium Misery guts God head and chip shop paper fly

All photographs by Benjamin Eagle