I marked seven weeks in Berlin this week, and while I still feel unsure of so much, one thing I have come to understand in this new chapter is just how much stretching is needed when it comes to change. There is nothing passive about change, it is the ongoing decision to lean into the shifting tides, choosing to be brave and continuing to actively pursue the new season.
The clothes that protect us, make us laugh, that serve as a uniform, that help us assert our identity or aspirations, that we wear to remember someone - in all of these are encoded the stories of our lives. We all have memoirs in miniature living in the garments we’ve worn - Emily Spivack
My love story with fashion started at the age of four, when I cut out the clothes in my mother’s Vogue magazines, carefully sticking them on pieces of paper and drawing women to wear each outfit.
The wolf calls to me, asking to be free.
Hungry, she paces up and down her enclosure, longing for the days where she ran, wind whipping through her fur and the taste of blood fresh on her tongue.