The sources of inspiration from my travels have been unending.
When I came to America, there were two kinds of women: women who looked serious and who didn't wear color and print, and women who looked girly and feminine and like second wives.
I know what it's like to turn the page of a magazine and not see anyone like you. It takes a lot, a lot, a lot of talking to yourself to confirm your self-worth.
People on the outside and even some people in the fashion industry think that fashion people are maybe not the smartest. It's a constant battle.
The punk era, at its best, celebrated questioning the norm and the promotion of originality. Both concepts have always resonated with me.
