I first saw my grandma knitting when I was five. Wool yarn flowing through her fingers, As if it was a fairy tale by the brothers Grimm. Magic was happening, giving birth to another sweater, or another scarf, or a dress I was probably going to wear.
I first saw a fashion magazine at the age of eight. It was full of clothes, full of bright, extravagant colours, I was amazed by this variety of art it kept inside, a little girl facing her nature, her passion, her desire.
I was twelve when I first visited Germany & realised that fashion had never been this far from people. Oaf boots and cerulean sweaters I was seeing everywhere As a complete outsider, an offspring of another world.
It was years after that I understood. Clothes are what we see & beauty is what we cherish, But, if it is filth that you carry on the inside, It can never be covered by a little black dress.