About Fae Skin
You don’t need permission to take up space.
Once, there was a girl who stitched stories into scraps. Who found freedom in fabric, and power in the curve of a bodice. What began as a longing to dress the self turned into a devotion — to craftsmanship, to beauty, to the bodies of those who dared to be art.
If you're here looking not just for the myth, but the maker behind it, this is my story.
My name is Evelien, or Evie for short, and I am the hands behind Fae Skin.
I never set out to be a fashion designer.
Once upon a time, I was on a very different path, studying game art at the University of the Arts Utrecht. I thought I’d become a game artist, weaving worlds through pixels and polygons. I got my degree... and with it, the quiet realization that this dream didn’t quite fit.
Then the world went quiet too. The pandemic swept across everything, and like many of us, I found myself lost in the hush. I picked up a needle. I sewed to pass the time. And then — almost without noticing — I began to create not just garments, but relics of emotion, identity, and imagination. Corsets bloomed like wildflowers, too many for my wardrobe to contain. So I started to sell them.
And to my surprise — people wanted them.
That’s how Feeënstof was born: a small spell cast into the world, equal parts fabric and faith. But the truth? Running a creative business alone — in a world that demands endless output, constant content, and algorithmic obedience — nearly unraveled me. I paused Feeënstof. I thought I might be done.
But art has a way of calling us home.
At the start of 2025, I began an internship at the couture house of Iris van Herpen. There, immersed in craftsmanship and wonder, I remembered why I started. I didn’t want a career. I wanted a life. One where I could build beauty with my hands. One where every piece I made whispered: “You are sacred.”
And so, Feeënstof shed her skin — and Fae Skin emerged.
Today, Fae Skin is my heartwork. My rebellion. My offering. Every corset is made slowly, tenderly, with intention stitched into every seam. She is not designed for trends. She is made for the woman who doesn’t want to be rescued — only witnessed.
Corsets were once meant to contain. I make them to hold. To cradle the shape-shifting, tender self — the body as feeling, memory, becoming. My work is for those who move through the world like a poem: part story, part spell.
Each piece is made slowly, in small quantities or as a singular offering. I use reclaimed silks, forgotten fabrics, and the kinds of materials that seem to carry a soul. I believe in garments that remember, that comfort, that transform. I believe in turning worn things into sacred things.
If you’ve made it this far: thank you. Truly. This little atelier exists because you believe in a different kind of beauty — and because you allow space for softness, even when the world forgets how.
If you’ve made it this far: thank you. Truly. This little atelier exists because you believe in a different kind of beauty, and because you allow space for softness, even when the world forgets how.
With love,
Evie