I Have Had A Dream

Collection Spring/ Summer 1995

I had it all figured out when I was a child, I had a dream which would come true a couple of years later and I would die rich and famous. There was no other option, no way. Not only did I want to be a fashion designer, I knew exactly what the label would read, I had a working title for each particular collection, I knew all the major designers and supermodels, fashion shows were my bedtime stories and fashion magazines were my bible. I was ready. I was more than ready.
As a result of me being a continual bother promising my parents that my potential success will pay off one day, my father drove me to a school of arts where I was supposed to devote my life to fashion design and conquer its mystique shortly after. At the arrival to the main entrance I started to feel slighly nauseous, the pressure was on. I tried to walk it off but it was too late, and there was nowhere to hide. Not only was I sick all over my collection for autumn/winter as well as my shoes, I also intruded the school property in the same manner. I was more than not ready to face my future mentors so I rushed back to seek shelter in the car and that was the end of the beginnning of my fashion designer carreer pursuit.

I guess the world has to deal with Stella McCartney for now.

La Fin.

''The only place where success comes before work is in the dictionary.'' Vidal Sassoon, hairstylist.