I’ll always remember my first critique as a designer. It was about four years ago, when I was still attending a private design school in Tel-Aviv, Israel. It was a special day for everyone, because that day, we were being criticized not only by the school’s faculty but also by a real designer from the industry.
When my turn came along, he paused for quite a bit, locking his brown eyes on my board, browsing through a faded palette of images that expressed my vision. The eyes of a beautiful girl were gazing with a subtle suffering; she was graceful and almost misplaced on the stained, torn sofa, on the background of a destroyed wall. An old sketch of the human skeleton, following with a meticulous stroke every curve of this marvelous structure was also there. To me those images were like a sad symphony that spoke deeply, in a humble, quite manner, about something we all know.
He said it was all too pretty, that I somehow managed to turn starvation and poverty into a pleasant sight of perfectly aligned colors and textures, and that, to him there was much more to it.
In a way he was right. There is much more to it, and we all know that the journey is not always, how I should put it- delightful, but by the end of every battle there is something beautiful to unveil. At least that’s what I would like to think, and it’s upon things of beauty that I would like to rest my eyes by the end of a long day…
I started this blog to share with you the way I go through life: from my endless love to Vintage and all the treasures that I take such great pleasure in finding. To celebrate the grace of women, the elegance of a dress, and the essence of all things chic!
I feel very fortunate to be able to follow my dream and to learn everyday about the transformation of a thought, a vision, into a vivid part of reality. And even more fortunate to come across people that thrive upon creation, that share a similar vision, a similar idea of what beauty is.
One of the things I wish to do is to show you their craft as well as mine. I think that both fashion and true, enchanting beauty was a part of life a long time before you and I came along and will stay much after we’re gone, and I’m just happy to be part of the feast!
(Currently in the shoes of a Fashion Design Student and a Model , writing from one of the greatest cities in the world-NYC)
Oh, and PLEASE, pardon my occasional grammatical errors! English is not my first language, and although I’m working on it- I still have a long way to go…!