The nostalgic notes of cuisine I am used to comprises of an array of dishes brought to my hometown by Russians, Uzbeks, Chinese, Koreans, Armenians, Georgians, Turks, Iranians and Afghanis. From borscht and manti dumplings to kebab, from pilav to Korean salads markets, the rainbow of tastes and colours is what I crave the most. And an absolute no to frozen food which I still rarely buy here in the UK as it’s a part of our culture to eat freshly bought.
It all starts with an idea. A simple sketch drawn in my mind made from tiny little pieces of inspiration... The canvas mockup is then fitted on a fitting model who helps me understand how it feels to wear the piece.
Until my mum returned home, of course, to find her left pocket missing and me stretching my mouth from ear to ear in blissful ignorance of the upcoming disaster.
Discover my story of dressmaking and the love for all things fashion.