I am constantly drawn back to this question. Why Fashion?
When you could do anything at all, why choose something that is without a doubt going to be the most challenging career you could possibly choose?
I could say that my mother was my inspiration, a pattern-maker, designer, dressmaker, working from home most of the time but always working. I believed i could do it better, actually make money. Well I was wrong. I proved myself wrong because I did it the same way she had whilst expecting different results.
I was stubborn and knew i had enough talent to support my inevitable success, i just had to find that one thing that hadn’t been done before and I would be an overnight success, lauded across the globe as the single-most person who changed the face of fashion. The person who upended the whole industry and created a magical way to end labour exploitation, that my use of sustainable fabric would be groundbreaking and welcomed by the billions of conscientious buyers worldwide, and my carefully considered approach to zero waste design would be more relevant, maybe revered. I believed that people cared more about how and out of what their clothing is made and not what image they want to portray within their budget.
I was wrong. And humbled.
…wrong about all of it except the fact that I had talent. But I soon learned that talent alone is not enough. Not nearly enough.
So I thought I would give it all up. I tried to give it up. And I’m failing at that miserably, because fashion is something that is harder to give up than crack cocaine, which I would imagine it is quite an effort. So here I am puffing away on my crack pipe of fashion, giving my wealth of information a chance to shine, with a directional change dancing on the wind.
Why Fashion?
It’s in my blood, my bones and my waters. That’s why.

