My mother is a semi-retired tailor. In her younger years, my mother, along with her sisters, was famous in her hometown for tailoring wedding and social dresses. Her sewing skill was so good that she tailored the outfit of a local news anchor in Jakarta.
My mother would buy American fashion magazines and copied the style by sewing her own. I remember growing up there were a lot of house visits to clients's houses to take measurements. Most of my mother's clients were beautiful Indian women who had immigrated to Indonesia. And they had a lot of American fashion magazines!
These stylish Indian ladies would point to a page, and a week later my mother would drop off their couture. During busy seasons, she would pedal her Singer all night!
My sister and I, we were not rich like the other kids, but thanks to our mother, we wore couture before we understood or even knew how to pronounce C-O-U-T-U-R-E!
Perhaps my fascination towards fashion stemmed from there, cultivated from years of watching my mother wet a thread with the tip of her tongue and ran it through the eye of a needle, chalking the pattern, and cutting the fabric with a pair of scissors older than the age of both her daughters combined.
I am left with immense fascination to witness fashion and flowers collide and burst in the most spectacular way these days. And I get to watch them blossom together in a make out session of forms and colors, while wearing couture pajama pants from Spring 2012, a classic pair that my mom had sewn for me.
Let's swoon together and begin with my favorite designer, Giambattista Valli.
Dolce & Gabbana