My fashion diary,
"It started with that picture of my mom that I have framed in my office. Her sitting in the back yard of my grandma’s house, year 89, wearing a blue stripped ruffled-up shirt, pink pants and a bold black’en blue-and-gold beaded necklace, carrying me, with a flawless clear face, a bright smile and flushed-up cheeks. I was just about few months old. It’s that picture that made me realize the strong resemblance between me and my mother, a strong bond of spirit and creation. In a way or another, I connected with that picture oh-so-much! It’s that picture that showed me how mom and I are alike. It’s that picture that made me realize that fashion is something my family had generationally instigated and been appreciative of.
I remember when I used to sit with my aunt watching TV late at night, and we’d talk about everything, and she’d tell me these fashion stories of my grandma and her dynasty days. Whenever she’d travel she gets all these clothes imported from London and Italy. The clothes my grandma cherished and donned at the social events. My aunt would tell me how my other aunt would cut her long pencil skirts grandma gave her as gifts into "mini-joops" as they call it, and how that used to infuriate my grandma.
"It started with that picture of my mom that I have framed in my office. Her sitting in the back yard of my grandma’s house, year 89, wearing a blue stripped ruffled-up shirt, pink pants and a bold black’en blue-and-gold beaded necklace, carrying me, with a flawless clear face, a bright smile and flushed-up cheeks. I was just about few months old. It’s that picture that made me realize the strong resemblance between me and my mother, a strong bond of spirit and creation. In a way or another, I connected with that picture oh-so-much! It’s that picture that showed me how mom and I are alike. It’s that picture that made me realize that fashion is something my family had generationally instigated and been appreciative of.
I remember when I used to sit with my aunt watching TV late at night, and we’d talk about everything, and she’d tell me these fashion stories of my grandma and her dynasty days. Whenever she’d travel she gets all these clothes imported from London and Italy. The clothes my grandma cherished and donned at the social events. My aunt would tell me how my other aunt would cut her long pencil skirts grandma gave her as gifts into "mini-joops" as they call it, and how that used to infuriate my grandma.