That’s when I began to realize that clothing held an invisible power: it could speak, it could transform.
I grew up helping my mother put together her outfits.
We’d lay the clothes out on the bed like a canvas, mixing dresses, earrings, bracelets -
until
one
detail
made
it
all
came
together.
These little rituals were my first education on
style and composition.
Inspired by those lessons, I moved to London hoping to study fashion
at a prestigious school but I soon came to realize I couldn’t afford it. So I enrolled instead in a tailoring and dressmaking course.
What I didn’t expect was that the streets of London would become my real classroom.
