Deep in every heart slumbers a dream, and the couturier knows it: every woman is a princess.
I wanted to be considered a good craftsman. I wanted my dresses to be constructed like buildings, molded to the curves of the female form, stylizing its shape.
My dream is to save women from nature.
In a machine age, dressmaking is one of the last refuges of the human, the personal, the inimitable.
The tones of gray, pale turquoise and pink will prevail.