Paper Plane Pants in Sand

You didn't learn how to make a paper plane. You just knew. A sheet of notebook paper, lines running down it, and your hands did the rest. Fold, crease, fold. And then you let it fly. Some things don't leave you. They just wait. When we were creating this set, the cotton, the faint stripes running down the kurta and the pants, the way it all came together so easily as if from memory, there was only one thing it could ever be called. Paper Plane. Because some things just stay.