The Beginning of a Dream
Thanks to Kokko
March – the month of the Glad Tidings. Today I met a gipsy woman, she looked at me and said: “There is something special about you, you’re a painter, you paint clothes. You will go to England and the whole world will hear your name.”Ever since that day, this is the only thing I’ve been thinking about. Since then, I’ve been telling myself, that I should follow my dream and no matter how tough this long road may be, I should never give up.
I grew up in a small town, a town where people were interested in anything but fashion. Since I was little I could feel that I was different than the others, that there was something special in me. My interest in fashion and in clothes particularly, started long ago, when I was 5 or 6. I was drawing only dresses for my cousin’s dolls. At first I drew them on paper, then on fabric and then sewed them by hand. I dreamt to become a designer. I went to school, a quiet child. My parents took me to drawing lessons. We used to paint only leaves and flowers. I found this very boring. Later on I started painting posters for the school events and celebrations. I participated in a contest “Santa Claus”. I made the costume of Santa as an ornament, using broken glass from Christmas ornaments. It turned out quite interesting. I won second prize and this made me very happy.
My childhood years passed by, I grew up. The time came for me to go to high school. I enrolled in a class with intensive studying of geography. This is a period of my life, which I don’t like. A time when I lost myself, my way, my dreams. I had stopped drawing and dreaming, I had a life like the most of the kids at my age – missing classes, bad marks, clubbing…
With the coming of spring, something inside me bloomed. Something inside woke up. I changed. That other boy had returned – the boy who used to dream about seen his collections on the pages of VOGUE , Harper’s BAZAAR , ELLE …
Last year in high school. I took a decision that after I graduate, I will be an artist, a designer. I enrolled in a drawing school, managed by a painter. When I told him that I intend to study fashion design, he said “Fashion is not for boys”, and that it was better for me to study interior design. I said nothing. I kept going to the school, every Saturday and Sunday for 4 hours I painted different compositions consisting mostly of cubes, spheres and pottery. This lasted 5 months.
They say that autumn is the season of change. The leaves were falling, but nothing changed for me. I started studying interior design (two-year studies). My decision was perhaps influenced by my teacher. It was interesting, but I could feel that I missed something.
March – the month of the Glad Tidings. Today I met a gipsy woman, she looked at me and said: “There is something special about you, you’re a painter, you paint clothes. You will go to England and the whole world will hear your name.”
Ever since that day, this is the only thing I’ve been thinking about. Since then, I’ve been telling myself, that I should follow my dream and no matter how tough this long road may be, I should never give up.
Now I am sure that fashion is my calling, that fashion has chosen me for its disciple. I chose England – the place where I will obtain the necessary knowledge and skills. England – the country which has given birth to many significant names – Isabella Blow , Alexander McQueen , John Richmond , John Galliano , Philip Treacy , Vivienne Westwood and many others. England is a country opened to foreign students. Let’s not forget, that many foreign designers started their career in England – Mary Katrantzou , Sophia Kokosalaki , Hussein Chalayan and others.
I hope to become a part of the fashion world too, to learn from the best, to fulfill my dreams. To be like Alexander McQueen, Cristóbal Balenciaga, Yves Saint Laurent, Julien Macdonald, Marc Jacobs, Stella McCartney, Phoebe Philo. To find my place in a British university where I can develop. I hope for the moment when I will stand up and say:
- I’m British fashion designer