The First Dress

When I was 15 I dreamed of a dress.

The next morning I went to buy some fabric and started to think about the body shape and the fabric to cut, I was good at math and geometry but I had no modeling skills.

I pinned it on myself, sewed it entirely by hand and painted it. I showed it to my parents, more than my mother’s wonder I remember my father’s surprise… from there I kept on creating.