Profile Deborah Louie
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Deborah recalls her earliest textile memories as, “Playing with and making clothes, for my doll named Diane with hand dyed guipure laces and fabrics my father brought home from work.” Her father was the owner of a company named The Luton Dye Works in Kensington, Sydney. They dyed laces and fabrics for the fashion industry. “It seems very old school now, but then I loved it: big dye vats with huge wicker baskets on rollers taking the fabric and laces to different workstations, steam and coloured water streaming out of the factory onto the street. It was all manual work and Dad worked so hard. He had a colour mixing room where the magic of exact colour matching was performed. I still have his Protean Dye colour charts. Still today the smell of wet calico takes me back to being
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