Deep in every heart slumbers a dream

The tones of gray, pale turquoise and pink will prevail.

Everything I know, see or hear, every part of my life is transformed into dresses. They are my daydreams, but they have passed from dreamland into the world of everyday items to wear.

In a machine age, dressmaking is one of the last refuges of the human, the personal, the inimitable.

A dress is a piece of ephemeral architecture, designed to enhance the proportions of the female body.

My dream is to save them from nature.

No elegant woman follows fashion slavishly.