There were always clothes in my world, although not many as growing up in a communist
and post-communist country gives you little else but empty shelves...however there
always was paper, scissors and my paper dolls. I lived in their world, designing
their lives and more important their clothes.
My wardrobe is full of stories. Each item of clothing has a tale to tell….mainly
in my head. And I love each item in a different way. Is it wrong for a person to
want to wear each item a specific number of times so the item in question doesn’t
feel unloved?
Many, many hours of joy have passed since then. The pictures I have made in my head
have been transferred into real clothing and I could not be happier.
Suddenly sleeping seemed like a waste of time, eating an inconvenience and thinking
about everyday life was just so ‘boring’
So that’s how my life was altered. Now it’s a journey from one show to another, meeting
amazing people and learning new skills.
Recently I visited ‘Mood’ in New York and
the time stopped.
