One person that might have influenced my style and the person I am today is Björk. I remember being fourteen or fifteen years old and going crazy over the amazing garments she wore, her music videos, which were completely out of this world, her hairstyles and, of course, her songs. However, I find that her current work no longer relates to what I saw and loved back then.
But the person who has definitely influenced me the most at all levels – and it may be a cliché – is my mother. I remember looking at old photographs and noticing her irreverent presence in public and her amazing out-of-the-box sense of style. My grandmother would tell me she would get so mad at her because, those days, girls wore short skirts but she wanted to wear long ones instead – and at the time there weren’t many stores selling them.
If the world zigged, she always zagged. Her style was very unique and well curated, and she’s very creative and has a ‘let’s do this’ attitude. I’ve never seen my mother giving up on anything. Never. She always follows her dreams and guts. She’s the one who always tells me to challenge and push myself, and to never forget my goals and to never (ever) stop dreaming.
