I go to the Istituto Marangoni in Florence for fashion design.
I love clothes. I love beauty and elegance, yes…
But even more than that, I love the idea that you can actually wear art – because clothes are a statement of who you are and how you see the world.
I’ve dreamed of working for a fashion house since I was little.
Gucci… Balenciaga… Versace… Dolce and Gabbana…
But I want to inject a little ‘punk rock’ into it.
I want to make it less about money and status and more about creating something amazing that anyone can wear and feel beautiful.
If I’m being honest, I’d love to create my own brand someday. To be a designer in my own right.
But that’s a ways off.
I’m 22, and I can only go to school part-time.
It’s expensive. Not only do I have to pay for the tuition on my own, plus my rent and food and everything else…
But every so often, I have to help Mama out when Papa does something stupid and gets himself in a jam.
One of those things happened just the other day…
And it changed the course of my entire life.
